Sorrowfully beautiful. Truly artistry in language that flows all the way until the end. You have a talent with words that is exquisite even in its sorrow. Fine art here, my friend.

John

Never got to read your writing….just couldn’t get past the image of that stunning woman you provided….lol

Lovely, Brenda. Better to let go sometimes. Lovely!

What depravity does the rip tide take you to..

This is a good write which understands the power of lust.
😜

Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Lust is a beast! You wove this one with a silken hand, Brenda. That ending was about dead on perfect 🧡

Crimsin, this is fantastic! You weave this emotional tour de force into a poem of great seductiveness. You make an emotionally sensual poem of the highest order here. I could feel the rip tide through you words. And the ending couldn’t have been better. Truly a resolution to surpass them all. Loved this all the way.

John

Powerfully penned, Alexandria. Excellent write my friend, love the layers in this. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brava! That last stanza blew my mind!

This screams with such a powerful quiet strength and says so much with a surprisingly few amount of words.

Superb work.

Always remember. It takes strength to be gentle and kind.

More please! I understand this well. Slight empath – had to be able to read a room to survive. I can feel the hate and the love and ALWAYS know when to leave.

This poem makes me think of several things at once. A relationship in which one partner tries to dominate. The other wants an equal split or a literal split.
In a house, the rule has to be balanced. A back and forth, not all take and no give.

But this also can relate to the current political situation. The one seeking power and crush all in his way. We don’t want to be ruled like that from that house, either.
This is good stuff…Opening the doors to varied interpretations allows readers to see what they will for themselves. And that is good poetry.
j.

We’re moving in the same direction S …
Fear not
You’ll know when it’s right
Ok ?

Chère A.,
Hope this finds you well?!

Over here it is 7 in the morning and I played our coop on earphones.
We’re trekking again.

This beautiful poem of your slipped through the cracks. I’m really sorry for that.

Cause I remembered your remark of you being on StarsRite too.
I was brought up with the ‘if a girl says no, she means no’ principle. So, if you want to write only one poem, I have to settle for that.

But I hope that I can lure you to write a poem again!

Our coop drew 4.685 listeners* so far, so may I hope for another one? In NL*
Anyway, I wish you a beautiful Sunday.
Warm regards, Gus