Oh, there you go, Richard. The Kyrielle volley. I don’t know that I can crank these out like you can! Wow. Very beautiful.

Stop-stop-stop … “Don’t stop!” LOL!

Love it, Adira,
You’re such a lovely tease.

Your new Kyrielle poem request is posted for you:
“Upon this page of poetry….” https://starsrite.com/2025/06/09/upon-this-page-of-poetry-to-our-craft/

I’m always happy to oblige a Lady ⁓ Richard🖌

Anytime! 💛

Ohhh, Dear Lady 🥀

You must keep mindful, waiting at that window ~ whispers light certain kinds of flames, you know.
So sweet, your efulgent encouragements, Adira; surely, a humble bard (such as I) would never expect to outshine those many grateful fellows in your life who’ve come to adore you … I’m sooo pleasantly, sooo sumptuously surprised!
Love your beguiling sense-of-humor, and your most lovely compliment. ; )

Thank you ever-so warmly, Adira! ⁓ Richard🖌

I have to tell you, Richard, I feel like I’ve been driven to your castle in horse and carriage, ushered out into a flourishing rose garden, and wisped up into your arms bridal style over the threshold. Take me to your bedroom and the balcony that overlooks your domain. Carry me up the winding staircase and lay me on fresh linens. Strip me naked in your ravishing furry. Take me, Richard… not as a king takes his queen, but as he takes his young mistress during a heated fit of passion inside the dark, hidden chambers where her shrill cries of mating remain dampened. Read me your sonnets when I’m strewn across your bed, obliterated. Let the finches build their nests while you play in mine. Kiss my rose and everything you see. That’s how I’ll know that you love me.

Okay, that is gut-wrenching. To lay there and live a slow death that you did not sign up for. Not right at all.
This is executed well

Thanks for the thoughtful comment Fia.

It’s not right and it’s not wrong , it’s just the way it is.Like everything in life,even suffering is impermanent.

🙏

Quite moving..thank you for sharing

I’ve often felt that pain is preferable to apathy. That quiet passing out of space. This haunts & hurts. So often the case, & always hard

First the Technical: Excellent consistency with meter, beautifully executed rhyme.
Composition: Incredible depth. As Willow noted, the piece reflects a falling away, a loss of touch and intimacy with no explanation. It’s a death of sorts, and you’ve painted it perfectly. Really well done.

Thanks Indie for the thoughtful comment.
The human mind remains a mystery does it not?

I can’t explain love.I think it’s been so romanticised and commercialised that nobody knows what it is.In my mind there is no singular thing such as love….love might be the collective noun for lots of emotions.
I think the love that most people talk about is nothing more than an attachment that they can’t live without.
Hmmm