This is heartbreaking. Never to return to the one you love.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent storytelling my friend. Some never learn it seems. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous. Powerful work, my friend.

Please excuse this late response to your heart-warming and otherwise encouraging review comments for which I am seriously very grateful .. Kind regards and wishing you and yours all the very best of All Good Things, Neville 😎🌻👍

War is not for lovers, nor for any real human… Unfortunately even when you don’t want to fight, sometimes there is no other option. sadly… it’s the people who get the bad consequence while the ones in power stay in power, greed… greed and more greed… their ego seems never to be filled, and I don’t believe these kind of people will learn anything, because they don’t look to this as “mistake”. Still, good peaceful coffee morning ☕☕ dearest Neville ✨🌻

Of course, You are absolutely right & I know no one who know this for real more than You .. I am raising my extra large mug of strongest black coffee to You write now my dearest G .. 😎💛🌻⭐🌟☕☕👍

There is no future in the past. Only lessons. Nice one

Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
The only real problem with AI is, that it makes the truth almost impossible to discern.Seeing used to be believing but not anymore.No doubt, the powerful and the wicked will use AI for any other reason than to create poetry etc.

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Powerful work. I felt this to the core of me.

This is a very beautiful work, my friend. I love your, “unruly midnight moon,” and there are so many other lines that touched me deeply; if I tried to mention them here I might as well write every line.

Someone told me that to describe the feelings within shadow was a testament to writing good poetry. I don’t know about that, but I admit, I love this poem, the flow of it, and that you saw and felt it is warmly appreciated. I knew an artist friend who drew scenes in pencil. She had one piece, a landscape, done in black pencil that I swear when you looked at it deeply, you could see blue streaks flow in it. Some of that experience of seeing this piece of art is what I tried to capture in this poem and where that line: “…kaleidoscope of greys” came from.

Mary, thank you, your visits and comments mean a lot to me.

FlatDaddy, it thrills me that you were touched by this poem. You might be surprised to know that unruly moon gets really rambunctious at midnight. Then again, we are the same age, so you probably know all about unruly moons. At any rate I truly welcome your visit and thanks for a great comment (and message).

Yeah, that calm was not calm at all. The aftermath was. Terrible