“before my daily rebirth” I dug that line because the rest we get (sometimes) refreshes us, although for some more than others, it’s likely the last time. It reminds me that I have to be thankful for every day I get and try to make the best of it.
Nicely done.

I turned 78 today, so I hear you loud and clear. Each night, one wonders if dawn, or something else, or nothing at all will come. We get one of them, but not our choice.

Hola! I wondered when you’d share more of your talent! Seems life is good with you Amiga 🌼

This is a beautiful take on playing the piano.

Beautifully penned, Adel. Into the book it belongs! You know how much I love poems that highlight music, excellent write my friend. The art compliments the write nicely. Great to see you posting again. Appreciate you.

Damian

The pic reminds me of you, of course! Especially the long, beautiful hair! And, I can see you writing, if not playing the piano. Your words are music to my eyes.
This is a “not so secret anymore” wonderful love poem. And I am so frickin lucky to have found you. Your limitless awesome traits. You will always be beautiful, forever. And talented!

Hey honey. Thank you!! November can’t come soon enough.
I tried to sleep but I couldn’t so here I am. Hopefully I will tonight
I’ll call you in a bit. Need my coffee time with you!!

I love this comment!!! You make me feel so beautiful:)

i can just imagine you, looking at the picture… your delicate fingers dancing on the piano…n owww woow

Hi Dimpy! I’m so happy to see you here.
Thank you for the comment:). That is me, my son took it and then I embellished everything else.
I have no idea how to play it but in my mind I’m a pro. Haha

I’m glad you enjoyed!

Hello Crims!
I like the old-timey vibe of this. I wish there was more along this type actually. It just seems to set a nice tone when reading. Like those before us perhaps. At any rate, this is a wonderful poem that you’ve presented for us.

Hey crimson!

The last line is a dark but beautiful visual. It gives me a Celtic vibe.
It starts off with wonderful bits of love then changes tone.
I love the word pairing of sweeping crimson. It’s like a red wave of devotion.

Love your stuff chica:)

hello lovely poetess thank you graciously ❤️

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

Damian

Oh, it is all so true! In some universe somewhere inside his head, maybe. I think the people in there will deal with him in a very harsh way. Can’t you see the signs? He is slipping away — just not fast enough.