hello dearest Styxian this really hit home I have trouble listening and have let love slip away because I didn’t love myself enough to fully open up here is the pain of it…this is so very sad and longing but beautifully executed 💕

Thanks Crims. I’m not much into doing rhyme, but it’s a good practice for staying mentally sharp with creativity.
Love is a type of energy, and they say that energy never fades. It just gets resourced. It’s around us all. We just have to be receptive for it.
Yeah?

Evocative lines of syllabic longing. Just a relatable feeling

“Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.”

&

“How it all falls, with a sun unrisen
How dark the day, you didn’t listen.”

I feel like these lines tie the theme together well.

Like Crim, I’m always trying to still the grinding in my brain and it’s a challenge for some of us…so many missed opportunities at genuine connection lost on being somewhat crazy lol. It seems that ‘longing’ has become a guilty pleasure for me lately haha. Yes, just shut up and listen to the wind….

Always great to see a DUP veteran poet posting something new…great choice of rhyme and slant rhyme….kinda takes me home again, if only momentarily…all those moments I didn’t listen, and I always appreciate a good use of anaphora.

Thank you!

I swear to everything solid, I have been here. But you painted both the lonely who faded & went away & the left behind. That was an incredible image. Those left behind don’t always care though. Mine didn’t. But many do & this is a gentle reminder to listen & take nothing for granted…least of all love

I can relate Styx. Even your rhyming skills are polished. Great poem.

I truly appreciate the,artistry of your cadenced flow. A fitting requirement for the death of love. Well done, well done.

Beautifully penned, Mark. Love the imagery my friend, amazing rhymes, excellent write. My favorite lines:
“How it all falls, with a sun unrisen
How dark the day, you didn’t listen.”
Appreciate you.

Damian

I’m not adverse to rhyme as it can accentuate the emotions expressed. You work this well.

Oh Lordy. How to comment on this!! I got teary eyed while reading. It hits home on a personal note as I’m sure you know.
It is a beautiful write. I feel like I can touch it, it’s so real. This is perfect. Just like you:)

But honey, you’re biased! LOL.
I rarely do rhymes. But, yeah, we gotta stay sharp right?
Smooch!

This poem aches with quiet truth–and is so beautifully written. The way love doesn’t end in an instant, but fades through silence and small distances. The repetition of “gone is” feels like the echo of a heart breaking, and the candle’s hiss at the end is such a perfect image of love’s final breath. Haunting, tender, and deeply human.

Superb work, my friend.

I love the imagery in this. And the sense of last blast desperation to live in the moment. Welcome to the Stars

Prophetic. The fragility of it all.
A moving piece.
Regards James

so wistful a thought I still sense a deep longing in you over this person 💕

In my opinion, if we made it through the heat and humidity of summer. We will make it through Autumn… yet, we can’t deny how Autumn inspires sentimental feelings. I read this as a lullaby of Autumn, there is sadness as there is hope, there is doubt yet there is freedom… Good Morning dear Neville 🌻

I can feel the need to give and receive pleasure in this piece. Nicely done. Welcome to Stars Rite.

Passionately penned, Neville. Amazing write my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.

Damian

I think You already know that I will already LOVE this one from the first lines,

“listen I want to make
love with you
then write us some poetry …”.

My kind cup of coffee! Love love love this one Neville my friend 💕

I had you in mind my friend .. thank you so very much and then some 💛⭐⭐👍

One day, perchance, you’ll meet your sophophile 🌼

This is the ever long conundrum between faith and science. One wants to look at the code and prays to the one who created it. The other looks at the code to find a way to break it. Neither of the two just looks at the code in itself and appreciates its beauty.

hello dearest Green I don’t know what to say I often find myself not looking for the code but knowing they are there I struggle not to be triggered by them because all hell breaks lose when I do… this is great it stirs something in me 💕

I confess, I would want to crack the code. But I definitely appreciate the incredible mind it took to create it. I certainly couldn’t.

This is so cool .. a proper little gem & muchly enjoyed .. Neville

Tremendous work.

Excellent poem. Indeed scientific coding has a beauty that many don’t see. Loved this.

John

Your mind has stepped up to questions of why or why not by combining liberty, beauty and logic in what is Your very own. I think! Is similar to an artist dabbing colours on a needed canvas but – obeying the need to experiment. Have you read Simon Singh’s book about codes?