very beautifully written dearest poet 💕

Tremendous work. Powerful.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Splinters of glass when they catch the light, have their own unique splendour. A fraction of the whole and yet they too shine. They too are of value. Stained glass windows are magnifique, as is this poem Neville.

Chris

Not easy navigating a new site, taking it slowly, but WC is virtually on life support Neville. Couldn’t access it for weeks. All good wishes to you and yours.

Chris

Nice

Like the innocence of it

Well I’m no ornithologist, but I think I’m usually woken up by pigeons. I doubt that’s quite as nice as being woken by doves but it still has its charms. This was so simple but really helped create the scene.

There’s both humiliy and happiness in these gentle words. Many thanks for sharing your skill, sir.

Must learn to spell, forgive, please.

HumiliTy

I had two nests of mourning doves outside my bedroom window twice in one year. To hear that cooing they do, is absolutely one of the most melodious sounds I have ever heard. It was so wonderful to watch them gather material for their little home in a trellis. I was fortunate to get some really good shots of both parents and babies close up, without a flinch of movement. They beautiful birds, so underrated. I have the photos posted at the WC on my profile page if you’d like to see them! Much enjoyed the read, and seeing you here, Nev. Take care!

How cool was that .. Bless you Kelly .. Neville

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 🌻