Wow this is a different format. I enjoyed this.

Thanks Fia.
Glad you enjoyed it and that it perhaps made you smile for a while.
💋

Enjoyed this poem… beautiful descriptive piece….thanks for sharing ❤️

At times freedom is bonding. destroyed to be rebuilt. There is no phoenix rising, this is wiping the counter only to smear peanut butter on it, tight

Destroy is such a strong word! Maybe they can dismantle you, instead? 😉
Like we are jenga blocks, waiting to be a stacked fortress soon again.
Good vibes from this write, Fia. Stay whole!

Destruction can also mean new birth for the mind, body and soul.

One more cup of coffee…. I understand the procrastinations. How is can be riding on a person’s back to delay things you want to do and accomplish.

Thankyou Damian

Bat

Thank you Fia. Have a great day this day!

Bat

Sometimes the pause takes longer than we expect.

There’s a relatable tug-of-war here between wanting to move forward and finding every comfortable excuse to stay exactly where you are, with the sun and clock quietly reminding the speaker that time isn’t waiting. The last “One more cup of coffee” is the perfect little surrender—it undercuts all that determination with the wonderfully human truth that sometimes the first step is just another damn cup of coffee.

Thank you Mr. Case. I think I’ll have another now! Have yourself a wonderful day.

Bat

Cleverly penned, Peter. Another excellent write with delicate layers my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

Painfully sweet and the hopeful part had me smiling. Excellant

Thanks Damien and Fia for reading and commenting……I do love tomatoes and I’m sure you do also.🍎

There’s a damn clean erotic metaphor here, with the unripe tomato carrying desire in its tension—green, clenched, sun-warmed, and waiting for the moment when restraint finally gives way. The ending lands hard because “hard and hopeful” collapses the whole image back into the speaker, turning ripeness into both longing and surrender.