How sad that all things must change. I can relate in some ways just walking out my front door and seeing rows of houses where once woods where we played sat. All my childhood friends left when they heard of other boroughs moving in. They were right. I can imagine how hard it must be for you to go back and see a different world, one not so loving.

This poem is full of gentle nostalgia – the raspberries, the cows, the hills all bring the past vividly to life. It’s quietly profound, and I could almost step into that memory myself. Beautifully done, j

Phenomenally penned, Jacob. Love the nostalgic flavor, and the memories in a small corner of a past universe. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Some say you should never go back. Not me, I am a great one for nostalgia. Things change, not always for the better, but memories last a lifetime. Fabulous poem and your latest book title too. I love our bovine friends. Can remember walking through meadows myself as a child.

Chris

That is a horrible feeling when you think about it. You had it in your hands to write then it gets dashed away.

Did you ever have a really great idea, but you are driving somewhere, and by the time you get where you are going….abracadabra….poof.
the thought has left you?
Ugh!
Thank you, Fia.
j.

Yes, the mojo being torn away or lost. Often it’s the frustration of knowing what could have been that really hurts.

If we weren’t poets, we would probably just say “Oh well.”

But we are, so it hurts deeply when we lose good ideas…and at my age, I really have to catch them fast.

We have all been. I was black coffee with three sugars for years. I cut the sugar and the coffee and many other desired tasty stuff. Sucks. But, I’m only 9 years away from the ages my parents were when they died. I want a bit more time.

Cleverly penned, Jacob. The life of a writer, I think we’ve all been there. Great storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

If you lose an idea you will always have another. If you have it brewing it will resurface or it will fly on.

A very vivid scene painted with few words

Regards James

I have always found a cup of coffee to be a great conjure of thought. Just like a rainy day that puts you in the mood for film noirs at TCM. Somehow, I just can’t imagine you ever being at a loss for words!

hello dearest Benny beautifully written honesty ❤️

This is a great “tribute” write. Accurate with its visuals that it creates
Well written.

Thank you Crimsin and Styxian.

Aptly written, my friend. The poem sitting on the right somehow makes it perfect and even more poignant.

Clay

Hoi hoi
Lured into this write by the artwork
The artwork is nice, but it’s the write that tells it all.
Lovely!
Kind regards, Gus

The formatting of your poem gave me an “aha” moment. Now you’ve spoiled me for the left side of the page! Very impressionable lines throughout, like “a storm of naked syllables”. How I wish I had thought of that one. Do you prefer “Benny” or “Peter”? Let me know!

Well said. I probably know of which women you speak about. All here are valuable in some way.

Do I scare you? Lol. We are all damaged in some way. Some of us try to heal and those efforts may damage others. Everything pours out of me and I write it down. Most if it is “brutal” which is how I described my writing around 2000. Now I use “gritty”. You can empathize or just be thankful for the life you have. Most memories or thoughts can be put down to share.

Excellent piece. I’ve read this poem twice and I can feel your passion & respect for her. Well said.