Amnesia, would be a lonely thing for a poet of the forgotten. This was exquisite, Damian.

Hello dearest Damian great write I feel this I often wonder if forgetting is a blessing or a curse ❤️

Tremendous work, my friend.

Damian, this is strong tonic. I could feel this in my bones as I read. This i the stuff of poetry that feels like strong whiskey on the tongue. Sad but great writing.

John

It is cruel when the mind slips and cannot grasp what you have lost. Food for thought.

Older age? I know all too well the fading of a few things within myself!
Yet you haven’t lost your literary touch! You are blessed with talent, that hasn’t ebbed. Thankfully we write down our material, no need to remember them from scratch! LOL.
You still can kick some ass with a pen, Damian. Wield it high!

Exquisite piece Damian. Well written my friend.

exceptional read! full of concise, vividly profound imagery…
a sense of melancholic unrest. ~ c

As you so often do, you stirred levels here again. I read this from the personal perspective of memories slipping. A sense of self lost in blips of time. I also see this as the world arena and how people have lost their sense humanity, their compassion, their community. Like the whole damn world has global amnesia. And I read it as literal amnesia from losing time in the form of blanks in memory from drink or drugs. Many layers, my friend

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Such an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
We’ve an allotment garden (edge of Amsterdam – so we’re rich) and use lavender as a separation between patches of veggies. We don’t have to (will never) use chemicals and as a bonus, all the bees in the neighbourhood love us. They set our garden in motion, because they constantly move the lavender flowers with their weight.

30 meters of lavender? Easily!
You just made me think of all the lavender we’ve chopped, bound and hung in the log cabin. The whole cabin smells lovely.
How lovely that you posted this poem.
Warm regards, Gus

This is fantastic, Brenda. Bravo!

hello dearest Adagio thank you graciously by the way why aren’t you allowing comments I thought your latest dark indeed ❤️

Peaceful & quite lovely. xox

Dear B,

The peace and gentleness in this write is so calming and soothing I could weep. I really appreciated the magic of this and its balm on my soul. Lovely piece. H🌷

hello dearest Cipher beautiful stream of thoughts ❤️

Always Soul provoking

Much respect

Naaj

Perhaps! The best poem that I have read on Stars. I am not very good with comments, but this one grabbed my soul, Lady! This one deserves an award.

Al

PS. Keep in touch.

Powerhouse,both of you are amazing women.

Really love this, the two of you simply rock Ladies

Powerfully penned, Willow & Mary. I love the guitar riff in this, and have got to ask what was that? A cello or violin at the beginning and end with a distorted effect on it. Whoever made that call, that was pretty cool. Nice collaboration you two. Appreciate you, both.

Damian

This is one inspirational powerhouse of a collab
Take a bow, ladies.
Ya’ll have definitely outdone yourselves

Much respect

Naaj

Great write Sam

Not sure if the universe lies or we just don’t know how to read it properly.
Lust drives us to love and more often than not love drives us to lust.Its the impermanence of both that we don’t acknowledge.

Sam, I agree with Peter. Unsure if the universe lies or if we don’t know how to read it properly. But who ever said it would be easy??

Cheers to love, and to lust. May we find it many times in our lifetimes. Hear, hear! Great write xx