Haunted by passion and intimacy gone cold and pallid. I can relate. The question is, how do you reignite a fizzled star.

Always a pleasure
Clay

Its quite painful to be in a relationship when libidos get out of sync.
You’ve captured it perfectly in this piece.
I haven’t found a fix …. hope you are more successful.
😘🙏

It’s a sad story as old as time itself. I’m sure at some time in the past cavemen through their cavewomen out into the mud, and space alien women are floating in space because they didn’t clean the dashboard of the UFO controls good enough. 🙂

This really captures the ache of a love that feels distant while still sharing the same space. “How did we die? / Laying in this bed.” says so much with so few words.

Powerfully penned, Fia. I felt the ache in your words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Painful, tragic, brilliantly told in this piece. Great!!

Over sometimes long before it is declared over. No winners. A tie in last place. A slow painful death of a relationship…

I think I’ve been in that bed–or one very similar. You express very well the cold shoulder of love collapsing. I wish love potions were real.

Fia, this is a heartbreakingly powerful poem. This poem about what happens when one partner in a relationship lets go is such a real human experience that you put into words the burned across the page.

John

The image that heads this page and these near perfect words will be visited many more time today by me (and I hope many others too ).. Oh’ and believe me, I have no doubt I shall hear & in my mind feel the cool rush of the first rains of autumn again and again .. But enough of that for now ..

I feel compelled to point out that in my opinion, You have poemed a masterpiece and left it here as a gift for all those who either stumble upon it by accident as well as those like me who purposefully made their way here .. I know for a fact I have waited a long time for it to arrive .. but .. & it’s a BIG and true BUT, I could certainly feel it coming .. I only hope, wish and pray that one day, a certain someone will realise or otherwise be made aware that such a beautiful love poem features them in all but their name .. I can only imagine how awesome a feeling that would be .. Wishing You Peace, Love, strong black coffee and All other Good Things from my world to thine .. 🌻⭐💛👍

My absolute pleasure my dear Friend .. 🌻⭐💛👍

The image and aroma of “Frankincense in the early morning/ and sudden rain”, not only ushers in a beautiful love poem but entices the reader to go on a wonderful journey into the colors and wonders of Autumn, to a place “where the heart sings of sentiment”, and where someone can find the “mystic of uncertainty”. WOW!! Such delightful lines of poetry. And I agree with Neville, I too, hope that whoever this poem is for, reads it and comes to “read you every night”, and writes you poetry.

I am so glad that I found this poem, Light (an appropriate pen name), it’s extremely moving.
-Curt

Beautiful writing…sincerely.

You are so sweet, kind and caring my friend, thank You so much for leaving another lovely gift on my poem, deeply appreciated 🤍💖

Tremendous work. I love it.

Beautifully penned, Light. Excellent write with dazzling imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Days shorten
Dreams lengthen

“I am waiting for you,
under a new anticipated poem.
and until October comes,
keep me beautiful beside you.
and read me every night,
a hold of you,
till I fall asleep
and become a vision of love.”

Sighhh!🌿

I’ve been wondering to where such passionately blessed poetesses have vanished? Now, realizing the queen of romantic wonderment has returned, having only been on hiatus, tending to those fortunate enough in her life to receive the incomparable treasures of her gently giving, affectionately caring ⁓ free spirit.

Radiating from the thrilling ambiancel of “a hold of Autumn” I’m gently, irresistibly drifted back to those many moments I could not wait each day to run and read just such enthrallingly captivating sentiments of pure love, pristine beauty, and blissful caresses composed so warmly and tenderly sincere unto luck-lucky me.

Alas, c’est la vie … they live as vividly now as ever; yet, in the yearning depths of my heart’s and soul’s eternally grateful memory.

With a masterful stroke of her artistically-blessed pen, filled by virtue of her magical skills in blending words, phrases, and imagery into endless colours, hues, and textures, she creates a virtual universe that dismisses the world around us, sweeping (ever-so smoothly) every eagerly willing, captively spellbound heart awayyy … annnd, what a perfect photo to set the ambiance of this incomparably wondrous moment.

This illustriously rendered poem stands as testament to how powerfully enchanting a master’s pen truly can be, and ohhh, how I love and miss it so.
Thank you, Dear Ghounwah, from my heart for sharing this spellbinding poetic composition from your depthless well of precious love! ⁓ Richard🖌

Cool stuff Fia !

I caught a bad case of covid last week! It kicked my ass! It went through my work and got a few of us. I’m all better now!

Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you.

Damian

How exciting!! I’m late to the post but the video put me right there with ya!
Congrats amiga:)

Beautifully penned, Brenda. A very lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This poem is a vivid, honest look at desire – full of passion but also quiet vulnerability. The contrast between the “neon God” and “bluebirds” is striking and memorable.

I feel these words. They are otherworldly, uttered from another world beyond the one we inhabit.
Kind regards
James