This is so sweet and I love the back and forth. It worked well. You can see the conversation between the two of you. Very nice collaboration.

I love this:). Thanks for collaborating with me sweetie.

I also got to give a shout out to Crimsin since she inspired me to try something related to the desert:)

Beautifully penned, Mark & Adel. What a lovely collaboration, really love the back and forth between you two, as in life and in love, your words also show your undeniable connection. Nicely done. Appreciate you both.

Damian

Thank you, Damian. Her and I have a remarkable amount in common. And thankfully our creative writing is what ultimately got us together. That is a huge reward!

hello the both of you this is true love what it feels like what it looks like… so much passion time nor place can part just beautiful ❤️

You guys are like the dynamic duo of poetry, tight work dude

Oh, we are pretty dynamic in a few ways! Thanks though, because it was writing that got us together. It was the crazy humor that snagged us! LOL

The ebb and flow of this collab is beautifully harmonious!

I hope I get to see this bonfire because she came back with a burner. Your words are powerful, very nice piece

Holding our words always backfires. Anger has so much power. It can be overwhelming.
I totally get this write.

Thank you

For some reason, I picture us sitting around that fire singing We Will Rock You by Queen. No Kumbaya or Row Row Row Your Boat. Kick it up with some fierce fight songs,I say. I’ll grab Wet Ones for the gooey fingers we’re bound to get from the marshmallows. Thank you, my friend

When they’re ready, they’ll come. I’m just biding my time and building energy…for now. Thank you

I actually have a number of creative outlets, though painting has proven to not be among my talents. But when the muse stops speaking, they all go dormant at once. It will come in its time. If you’re saying I should stop writing, that’s not likely to happen. 😂 Thank you

YES!!! Not only is Willow back, she comes with FIRE!!! Isn’t that usually the case with real poets, there are too many words, too much emotion and we cannot hold them back even if we try. They demand to be spoken, written on parchment, sung to the universe. These words are like lava, burning as they go, scorching the earth with an anger born of seeing, feeling, too much pain. Or at times seeing and feeling a shared connection with a fellow traveler while holding hands. And, we take these too many words and shape our world, influence those around us and make the world colorful.

Speak Willow, Speak!!!
-Curt

That storm in your skull feels real—too many words clawing for daylight while you’re just trying to breathe.
But I like the stubborn fire in you, using the anger as fuel instead of letting it burn the whole house down.

It was hidden but it is nice that you found it to share again. “I’m not surprised to find the world rigged” is so true.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Kay. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is kinda of bittersweet, but as you said it’s never too late to start. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, NTD. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it is.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorites verses as well, I can see how it does sound like voting. They are the only guarantee it seems, we’re even charged a fee to die. Always enjoy your commentary. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is deep. Glad you found it and posted. And while you’re right the world seems rigged, I don’t so much think it’s the world itself, but the humans pulling the strings.

Nicely written Damian

Such is the plight of us. Your words are a testament to that. At least you make a killer piece out of the dilemma.
Excellent crafting Damian. Tight meter and rhymes are a plus too.

Feels like a man staring down the rigged table and still sliding his last chip across just to see what happens.
You’ve got the grit to ask the ugly questions most folks bury under Tuesday morning coffee.

when molehills become mountains they just have to be climbed or written about .. You just done good sir .. very good indeed .. you wrote about the whole thing .. Neville 😎👍

This took me back into the lines of Shakespeare about the stages of life but told in your original way with the rhythm and blues melody that really cast the spell as I read with the dark magic you infuse into your poetry so masterfully, my friend.

John