Powerfully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt the sting of your words. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

We do what we must. Well, the good ones do! Like you.
Speak your words, Fia. Take a bow and some praise. It ain’t easy out there. Luckily you’ve discovered the therapy of ceative writing. It DOES help. It can save souls, if we trust ourselves to focus on hope.
Wonderful, uplifting write my dear.

Man. I can relate to this. Not just myself but with my friends and family.
There is no telling where I’d be without my mom. She is my rock.
So empowering!! Thank you for posting !!

The kids are everything. And if they’re not…something ain’t right. Felt this one in my maternal DNA.

Whatever it takes!

Life can be cruel and unfair, so I thank God for mothers like this. It is my great hope that their sacrifices will be rewarded–if not in this life, then the next.

Life is a fight. You have invoked a great feeling of grit and determination.
Regards James

I felt this deep in my marrow. Your dedication to those children renewed my faith in humankind. The struggle to keep your children fed and housed moved my heart deeply. This is truly one of your very best poems. It speaks to me of a mother’s love and her oh so protective spirit t keep her children safe, healthy, and well. This is much more than a poem it is a living breathing testament to a mother’s love. I loved this so much.

John

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Into the book it belongs! Excellent lyrics my friend, your work is so authentic and direct. I’m truly a fan, good musical choice as well. The piano added the proper element to your words. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

I love a good piano song. This feels very intimate and un-rushed.
It has a great tempo too. There are not a lot of distractions either. Just a voice and a piano.
Just wonderful:)

Adelphina was raving about this to me earlier, so I had to check it out. And it’s really good! Not syrupy or overdone. It’s catchy and very entertaining. Awesome job with it.

Drieks, I smiled the whole way through listening to this. This was sad but catchy.

I man…damn. This is incredibly well done!

Thank you so much for your kind words!
If only it was my own voice… Can’t take credit for that.

❤️

We’ve kept up wit your musical success through mutual friends, and we’re truly happy for you. You’re not only creating great poetry but also great songs. Tight

Great song. I loved the piano and the strength of the vocals. Well done!

Wow. Just wow! Another incredible piece. You are doing marvelous work, my friend. This is truly outstanding. Beautiful words, lovely music and all of it rendered with class. I am so glad that HER said I must talk to you. I would very much like to do that.

Sugar skulls and dragons, haha that is a piece.

This is wild and intoxicating! It’s like a fantastical flight through desire, danger, and celebration all at once. An exploration of the tension between freedom and restraint, beauty and ferocity. The title even makes me think of those sugar marshmallow pops…sweet, colorful, and totally irresistible–mirroring how the poem balances whimsy with intensity.

Just the write amount of spookyness for the run up to All Hallows Eve .. and if I’m not mistaken a teensy taste of gentle & most tasteful sensualness too .. Very nice indeed Ma’am .. Neville 😎👍

Beautifully penned, Adel. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Look at you becoming a regular! What!
Hey, don’t forget who has hooked you up pretty good with Pandora stuff! Yeah, the guy with all the dragon tatts. LOL
I’m so glad that you’re taking some time to post in here. This one (and the summary, grrrr. LOL) is a fantastical read with oodles of imagery filling our brains. Clever and well thought out, lover.
We can’t neglect our writing! It’s our first bonding!

Did you just type the word oodles!! Hahahaha
That is so cute!! Guess what. I love you oodles!! Hehehe
Thanks for the love big sexy!

I love your dragon tatts. You have oodles! Hahaha. I’m so funny:)

MWA!!!

Ooohhh!! Hahaha. Speechless right now. 😅

Your autumn melancholy is eloquent and flows unhindered, Sappho. If we, like the leaves, could let go we would be more free and happier.. I like to think, anyway. “Until death embraces you again”, that line evokes a strange though peaceful reaction within me. All things return to their original state, which I guess in the case of living things is nonexistence. Only my take on things. A joy to read and very thought provoking piece.

Clay

Just beautiful…🙏

Greetings Elke. What a marvelous piece of poetry my friend. I absolutely love this time of year. I don’t look at this time of the year as the end but the beginning. Peace & tranquility with cooler temperatures and an appreciation for nature. Stellar write as always!

I like the idea of embracing shadows, not everything needs to be terrifying.
Nature shows us how to accept change gracefully.
Wonderful write.

An especially brilliant line: “…Until death embraces you again.”

Beautifully penned, Elke. Such an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Autumn is the best season. Besides the beauty of it, it’s also about reflection and preparation. It’s the kindest season, too.
As per your usual, this is a strong write, with great details to capture the readers interest.
Many writers say that they write for themselves. That is only partially true. We also write/post to be seen somewhat. And we describe what we see, feel, etc. You write like a leader. A gentleness in your guidance through your poetry.

Autumn, when color is the harbinger of death and the bleakness of Winter. I think it is true, you don’t really appreciate living until you have seen death. Most people see Autumn as a cyclic event, but this is not true. It’s more the contradiction of all life in which death is a fundamental element within it, and until it becomes dominant over life. And ironically, we humans are the only life form on the planet that contemplates our lives and our deaths. We are amazing creatures and should not waste one precious second of our lives thinking about our inner lives when the whole world stands before us and we have the responsibility to make it better for the next generation.

Thank you Sappho, for your amazing poem.
-Curt

We all reach for the sky only to be brought back down to the ground. Wonderful ink.

So eloquent and delicate with your language here. Like a leaf feathering to the ground.