My father had dementia. I have written notes but no answering machine voice which would be really great. You’re lucky. You have some unique writing here. Glad I read this. Good one.

I wasn’t expecting the pictures this painted with words. It was so vivid that I could feel those memories even though they weren’t my own.

That’s a really moving and powerful piece. The way you capture your father’s voice and the layers of memory, from the “palimpsest of tobacco teak” to the echo of his working life, is just beautiful. It really makes you feel the weight of what’s been lost and the preciousness of that preserved memory.

Profound ink Ghosteen.

Bat

I love this. The image of them getting ready for battle and how you gave us the view of Valhalla and the God’s.
Welcome to Stars Rite I_is Me.

Your comment truly out did the piece and made it worth the writing. Hahaha, now what are we twisting while writing, honestly most times there is no twist. We have a serious fear of plagiarism, so definitely no music and only occasionally twisting while writing. Thanks you Lady

Hi, Relic! I’ve gotten so used to calling you that over the years, haha. I love how this poem captures the chaotic, procrastinating, wandering mind of the creative process. It’s like watching inspiration play hard-to-get while snacks, horror movies, and classical music are your sidekicks. The pacing — week by week, half-week by half-week — perfectly mirrors that slow, frustrating march toward an idea…until the rain shows up, like a cosmic mic drop! Haha. It’s a funny and oddly hopeful meditation on creativity’s mysterious timing.

Powerfully penned, Tim. The life of a writer has peeks and valleys. “I’ve lost my mojo. He ain’t risin.” A reference to the Lizard King?? Probably not, either way I dig the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

So, Relic, huh? I thought I recognized those keystrokes. Good to see you here, another refugee from that lost cafeteria of broken crockery. Nice write, Tim. It’s like you were looking over my shoulder.

I’m proud to say I’m a writer when I read poems like this. It has integrity and image. You’re a great writer, Styx.

Well I’m glad that you continue to write in here, Tim. To me, this is a group effort for all of us to enhance our abilities.
For years, decades even, I kept my material mostly to myself. A shy writer. LOL. Yet, no, open up and give and take.
Thanks for your encouragement Tim. I do try.

This is sweet and has many layers to it. I do like the way you say the moon is a coin.

This poem reads like a quiet confession beneath the moonlight. I love how the “white coin” becomes a symbol for time, memory, and love — spent, lost, and offered again. The dragon and unicorn imagery gives it a fable-like weight, while the emotions remain deeply human. It’s wistful, tender, and quietly generous in its final offering.

Your use of symbolism is a joy my friend.

Oh how to comment on this! It’s stunning and heartfelt.
Truly an epic write. My eyes got a little teary and my smile kept smiling throughout the whole read.
Each section took me somewhere new but the emotion carried over smoothly.

What a talent you are and a blessing:)

Beautifully penned, Mark. Into the book it belongs! Love the depth and layers of this one my friend, excellent storytelling per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

Kinda like a romantic Lord Of The Ring or Game of Thrones, like this along with your word play within the piece. Tight