“hoping you still see something redeemable in me” That is powerful, crimsin

Magnificent write Brenda. The sadness of this piece lured me in.

Brilliantly penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

As I read I am “tumbling through the centuries” with you. A ghost, witnessing with no power to save. Your writing never disappoints, fantastic piece!

There is no avoiding this crisis even with two working people in the same home, utilities and groceries are at an all time high. But there may be a reason for this like to pull families together. Tight

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Raw and honest write my friend. There is so much chaos and uncertainty right now in America. All we can do is be there for our family and friends. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can totally relate to this poem. This gov’t shutdown has made me incredibly nauseous and sick. The shenanigans these assholes create, jeopardizing hard working people for what. Their gain?! Well said Brenda! Looks like the shutdown is coming to an end real soon. Hopefully your daughter is ok. xo

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Could feel the hurt in your words my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

An awesome, bittersweet and heart touching poem, dear Crimsin! Brilliantly written!

Most excellent, my friend. Keep on touching my heart.

How is it fair to find the perfect one so long after finding your one true love, is it fate showing a sense of humor, Tight

Brilliant

Beautiful. Only you can write these sad pieces with such delicate precision.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi Chère C.,

If I may quote you:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos

Don’t we all?
I embrace the thought in real life.
There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.

So:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Is the cherry on the cake.
Just my opinion.

À lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus

Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.

Clay

There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.

While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.

Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.

Curt