Powerfully penned, Naaj. Excellent write my friend, dig this brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you or the support, hun
I deeply appreciate it

Much respect

A Devout Humanist

Soul excavation and spiritual reset. That’s how this reads to me. You’ve never been one to shy away from your shadows.

There is no avoiding this crisis even with two working people in the same home, utilities and groceries are at an all time high. But there may be a reason for this like to pull families together. Tight

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Raw and honest write my friend. There is so much chaos and uncertainty right now in America. All we can do is be there for our family and friends. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can totally relate to this poem. This gov’t shutdown has made me incredibly nauseous and sick. The shenanigans these assholes create, jeopardizing hard working people for what. Their gain?! Well said Brenda! Looks like the shutdown is coming to an end real soon. Hopefully your daughter is ok. xo

I enjoy walking my dog as well.

They are innocent and lovely companions…

I’m finding it more difficult to get away from real life and its problems that grab me by the arm and pull me away.
I get it.

That second stanza is fire had to sign in to comment. It would had exploded with one of your art pieces. Tight

I stole that solitude line from a poem I wrote on DUP. Solitude is a remarkable life quotient. Grab it when you feel it and cherish it …

It’s dark these days on our morning walk…
❤️k

Yes, I put a light up collar on Onyx so she’s easier to see … it helps
Disco Dog

Beautifully penned, Speak. Nothing like a walk to think things through, you know figure shit out. It’s nice to have a companion come along for moral support. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Those little moments captured seem so simple but they can be quite profound. I haven’t walked a dog in years, but there’s a peacefulness to it that I still remember. Neither of my remaining granny cats would ever submit to a walk. Drop over like cadavers if you put a harness on them. Cats…

I love the quiet of the dawn.
Very few people out.
Mostly joggers, people walking their dogs and and nurses going to work.

Poems sometimes come to me on these walks.

Personally I think it’s my best poem DUP ceased operations ….

Nice.

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.

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