Oh. Daggers to the heart babe!
This write is terminal and has a quiet elegance about it.
The whole piece gets you in the feels.
It all tied together perfectly with the moth. I didn’t realize the significance of it until the end.
Just bravo! It needs to go in your book!

Proud fiancé right here!

I was talking to a co-worker the other day, about if we should tell our loved ones or not if we are “terminal”. Because it changes the dynamics of the relationship right away. Happiness is hard to have then. It’s always bittersweet from then on.
So, I began this write based on the dilemma. But then the whole moth aspect gave me a different approach, like a focal point away from the gloom.
I will undoubtedly hack at this some more, slightly, but for now this is what I got.
Thank you honey! It’s a bit heavy I know. Just a write I swear! 😉

This is a wonderful sad and bittersweed writing on a difficult and heavy topic, dear Styxian! The moth as a spirit guide is a well chosen and meaningful symbol. A moth knows how to die. It focuses only on the light and its overwhelming attraction towards it. I think death can show us what really matters in life. Gratitude for everything we have experienced in life, for the people we love and for all of life here on Earth. Of course, a terminal disease comes with many burdens and hardships but it also gives you the chance to say goodbye and to surrender completely to love – just like a moth does.

Jeez Mark, this is beautifully heart breaking and offers much food for thought. The moth motif is a clever touch.

Brilliant work.

Yes the big “C” through neighbors and family we are familiar with this destroyer of home, family, and bank accounts. We remember while younger a neighbor was sent back home to die with stomach cancer. Dude you would not believe the screams, the entire neighborhood felt relief with his passing. Maybe, just maybe this moth was also is spirit guide. To tight dude

Brilliantly penned, Mark. This one has layers and depth my friend, and it pulled on the heartstrings as well. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

I enjoyed this. It is full of images and captures the rolling duality of life and death, with style.
Regards James

Emma, this is a well narrated story of the history of your writer’s life where college took you. This glimpse into the past was quite stimulating to read. I loved how the life events unfolded and reading this story that felt like an entry for a memoir.

John

Many thanks, you found the thread running through time and kindly accepted the truth of my words. There is a future to come but with pauses for self reflection. More than that, I don’t know yet! Patience or adventure!?

I just found this… Oh! You write, such indigo between lines.

weirdly, this reminds me of someone that i used to love, from afar.

When we write our words, we do leave pieces of us on the page. We are the words, we are the message that we want the reader to “breathe” in and savor. Your pen name, as one of the fundamental elements, is what is seen, heard and felt in this poem, Light! The air that words breathe!

-Curt

(ps. in your 3rd line did you mean to say “lit” or “light’ or “lite”?? I hope you don’t mind my asking.)

I love the idea of poems as morsels of our soul.
Lovely write.
And the pic is beautiful!

Truly lovely. It’s gentle yet strong in its invitation. A lure perhaps. Of allure!

Hi there sweet friend 🌸

your words are gentle and calm, radiates with true kindness. Thank You deeply for feeling with it your heart🤍 may your days be filled with light, peace, and love✨🕊️💕

How I wish I had got here first .. I had been waiting for these words to ease or take away my hunger .. Having said that, I am not surprised that so many others beat me to them as I imagine those that have visited you before were just as hungry as me .. Another keeper as far as I am concerned .. Shine on dear Light now and always .. Your friend, Me .. 💛⭐🌟⭐🌟🌻👍

Hi there sweet friend 🌸

your words are gentle and calm, radiates with true kindness. Thank You deeply for feeling with it your heart🤍 may your days be filled with light, peace, and love✨🕊️💕

I’ve checked some of your poems yesterday but there were unavailable to leave reviews, I thought I should tell You this 😊

I did read your Bio before checking your poems, so all is understand, it’s your respected choice to protect yourself and your poetry at the time being, Nice to meet You Fiery friend 🔥😊

The same to you lovely friend🌺 and a very Good Morning to you🌞 (it’s 10:31 am here). Have a fantastic beauty day, night and all times 🤍😊

Tremendous work.

Beautifully penned, Light. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Poetic oxygen is hanging by a fingernail in our world. But! There is hope. Well done, Willow.

Thought on this one Lady, maybe to much. We think it would had hit even harder if posted closer to Halloween

Extraordinarily compelling ink ma’am .. I was hooked from the off and enjoyed the ride write to the very opposite end and no kidding .. Write on my fine literary friend .. Neville

Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend with precise imagery and wordplay. Felt this one! Appreciate you.

Damian

The way you combined nature and human in this piece is breathtaking. We should not be used as collateral damage for the error of polluting the air. That is one way I took this piece.
Then the ones that are cast aside unnoticed.. That is sad, but I believe that there is someone noticing them. They may not know what to do to bring more light in their black hole.
Just thoughts I got from your piece.

the same as for all of us – some care
thank you Willow

Wow. This is a cigarette and a shot write. It is almost bitter, almost defeatist. Yet it also feels like you’re scoffing at the processes too. You need a seashell necklace while writing like this. Reminding you of what’s salty out there.

Willow…you had me from the first line and held me there until the last.
Message delivered and your mission accomplished.
The universe never pauses.Everything rises and ceases,nothing permanent….thank God.Imagine a permanent Trump.

This is dark with a lot of reality in it too. You nailed it with your silent hammers.
What ever the subject matter your writing is it’s articulate and thought provoking.

Brilliant use of languge and great imagery.

damn…incredible write.

The world is all too willing to leave the hurt ones behind. Great ink friend.

We see each other. We hear each other. We fall together. We rise together. Thank you for seeing, Volupta