I like how this poem captures the quiet beauty of a winter walk and turns a simple robin’s song into something almost spiritual. I feel the mix of melancholy and hope -the way the bird’s call stirs thoughts of loss, yet also hints at renewal and trying again. Beautiful

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

Damian

hello dearest Tim I had bluebirds in a recent poem I wonder about their symbolism mine was about love I wonder if yours is also great write ❤️

I sat on my back deck with my brew and just read this.Some of the best and worst words come together there….right?

I enjoyed this piece.👍

This is chilling and deeply resonant. The way you transition from the ordinary calm of a morning brew to a dark, haunting spiral is so effective, leading right up to the sharp edge of “living in the USA.”

​The shift from “perfect memories” down the “woodchuck hole” into Shadowland is a brilliant and clever way to illustrate how easily we drift into isolation and self-absorption. It’s a dark and honest piece, just how I like my morning coffee. Great write!

This is brilliant, dear redzone, a masterpiece! Your imagery and the comparisons are very well crafted and breathtaking. There is nothing more threatening than to let the core of your being die while you are alive, and go on living unaware, merciless and without interest in the people around you.

I love, love ‘downhome” type writings. it’s my own start back in the day, so I have a fondness for what others can describe.
You succeeded wonderfully. The core value of what you were after stays true throughout the write. So the reader can sense that too, effortlessly.
Great stuff.