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.

That’s very good 👍

hello dearest poet I hate aging and more than that my mortality is showing… this is very well written ❤️

Passionately penned, Tim. Great storytelling my friend with a very relatable story. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brilliant work.

There’s nothing wrong with this, so i don’t know what you were wary of?
it’s a great little short with big implications. Where is part two???

I’m glad to see it end on a happy/hopeful note. Having been a lonely guy many times, I’d say this fellow’s thinking is right on. I’ve always thought there must be lonely lady for me out there somewhere, if only we could meet. Nice writing–I like your stories.

Tim, you painted loneliness in the city with brilliant brush strokes here, in an emotional train ride that will not be soon forgotten by me. This is what great prose can do. it is felt deep down in my heart and soul.

John

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

This has anger and sadness at what people have fallen for.

damn. No sharp instruments for you. Yet your pen is cutting!