I didn’t say you were wrong, punk! The proper name is “Paint Horse”. I agreed! But there are some who call it painted horse too. So perhaps that’s a lesser name or something. I just go by what I research, I don’t judge.LOL.
You’re saying I’m wrong just to build the drama on a slow night.
Dont make me bring the BaBoom! on ya!
Anyway, lover, your write…
Wonderfully dreamlike, even if in day. That “zone” that we settle in, for creative moments. It’s addictive to want to stay there half a day!
You described it well. And my dear, we are immortal for as long as we are around! What a blessing!

I remember a certain dream you were telling me about today! Pillows were thrown! Hahaha
Yes, dreams can affect the awake state! I had to post!
And I am an avid dreamer honey. You know this too 🙂
Thank you for the snaps on my write!

But honey you love my drama! Haha
You are a great sparring partner. It’s kind of addicting.
Your wit and words, I love it and you:)
Fixing to call ya in a bit. My iPad is fixing to die!

yeah, that dream. And also our last baboom. LOL. Sigh!
Smooches!

This is a good piece. If I can go to bed as well and just fall into a dreamlife. That would be great.

Beautifully penned, Adel. Excellent write as usual my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

We’re aware of painted horse and through family of riders riding them not just to battle, but to the here after and into the dream realm. Your guardian into and our of the dreamweaver or afterlife. Great pieces lady with lots of imagery, we could see this, tight

This is a fiesta of dreamlife that ascends into cloud realms of loving bliss. I just felt the total joy here that comes as you rest your head to sleep and dream. This is how the best dreams come and you expressed this with great virtuosity. Truly a fabulous poem.

John

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Powerful vibes…

Most excellent…

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Tremendous work Brenda. Always a pleasure to read your poems..xo

Chère E.,
A lovely write again!
But what other comment can you expect from the NL fanclub?

We can offer a discount on the yearly membership fee? Specially for everyone who comments favorably…
And they will come around. Just wait and see.

The day after tomorrow i’ll be back to read it again.
Warm regards, Gus

this line “When love’s blown away, it rains in the soul of mine” I blew out a breath. This is a lovely poem

Thank you for the perfect poem to cheer my miserable rainy night in Epping Forest, England! Lovely poetry. HJ x

Lovely writing Elke.

You don’t post often but when you do I take a breath and smile.🙏

Excellent crafting. The meter and rhymes are tight! It flows so well, and gives the reader a boost to their mood immediately. Encouraging words are always golden. This is.

Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write with wonderful words of encouragement my friend. Nicely done, a lovely read. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hello Elke. Your words and poetry is always so delicately crafted. A beautiful, enlightening piece that showcases your amazing talents. xox

Dear E,

Fab piece. For me, this screams the perfect angel. Heaven sent with a lot of hell. I so enjoyed the imagery and the rhyming meter was great. I’m envious of this form since I can’t do it without sounding like mother goose. Poetry with wings. Well done. H 🌷

Dark edges softened by a tender core—your grit and heart live in the same pulse.
Even in the storm, the poem shines, stubborn and kind, like a soul learning to walk straight.