Oh-NO, Adira! 🥀🐝

If your sweet face should not appear upon my page,
I would feel a cold place in my heart …
and, ne’er again I’d be warmed from your passion’s rage;
nor, will soft words, my sad pen impart.

Ah, Dear Lady-Poet, you’ve, indeed, a cleverly smooth voice, to so cunningly tease a bard and praise his humble little efforts with such feminine allure … your words, though brief, say much.

Besides, I’ve read your delightfully delicious poetry, too, ya know!
Thank you ever-so gratefully, Adira, for enticing my cloudy day to smile! ⁓ Rascal 🤗

Beautiful ink. Thank you for sharing.

Greetings, Drieks 🌻

It is a privilege and pleasure for you to share my humble poetic offering, and a distinct joy to receive your graciously encouraging compliment and expressed gratitude.

With warmest blessings! ⁓ Rascal🌿

FANTABULOUS!!!
You are KILLING IT. Sooo Gorgeous and erogenously complex. This piece has everything in the way of poetic element… the consonance, the alliteration, enjambment, and meter. I’m particularly captivated by this amazing stanza:

“Comes ever to my waiting hope,
unanswered, echoed calls …
there’s no relent to this dire need;
too sad, each tear that falls.”

The piece is the personification of wailing need and disappointment.

I get this. I wish I didn’t. You bring things out that most of us won’t express. Thank you for sharing, Peter.

For our lives to be whole and in balance we must accept both light and darkness. Rarely an easy task. Very insightful piece!

Without darkness, how will we recognize the light? I love this piece, Peter

To me, darkness in this sense means trials and tribulations. If we never went through the darkness, we wouldn’t grow. I’ve embraced my dark times. I’m glad you wrote this, Peter.