“Tap the window panes hard”–yes, it seems the only way to get one to notice poetry. Not the favorite genre of so many…
They seem not to want to work a little to find something of value in the words.
I really like this…Daniel.
j.

Yes, the secret to writing is simply to do it.

And it doesn’t help that all our leaders seem to be making every move to have more and more and more power.

The people’s voices these current days are just “blowin’ in the wind.”

Love the sentiment and the feel of this piece.
j.

Thank you Jacob,
Yes, I totally agree!!
Thank you for your review.
Appreciate it,
Lisa

Powerfully penned, Lisa. Excellent write my friend, there are so many casualties in war. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you so much Damian for taking the time to review my writing.
All my best,
Lisasview, now in Spain

Lisa,
I have long thought that war is the main identifier of humankind. The only question is, where is the mine where we can dig for our “humanity?” Where does “human kindness” come from? I mean is it “shame for who we really are” so, we try to justify ourselves? It seems that no matter how good our intentions, the end is always a disaster, and nothing we build can last. So here we are dancing in the desert, just trying to carry on…
Vol

Yes, great line “Dancing in the Desert” and oh so true.
Thank you for reading my poem Vol
Lisasview, now in Spain

As far as I’m concerned – if war is such a successful event – why has there been more than one??? Who set all others going and managed to have weapons ready and waiting? Why have some countries managed to remain neutral and not be drowned in white feathers? Why hasn’t time produced enought wisdom to choose leaders who can discuss what needs discussing sanely, intelligently, unselfishly, with quiet wisdom and HONESTY?

Your words are sane and helpful, honest and sans greed – seems wars are begun by anything and anyone with entirely the opposite attitude. How and why? Does jingoism have a big part in it or what?

It reads like whirlwind romance tangled up in finer details. “Fingers playing ivories towards my laughter” carries a poetic notion within the telling of story and fantastic reality. He’s a lucky man to have you and you’re lucky to have this strange man in return! Compellingly positive….

Joy,
You know, live wears many different costumes, and is a quick-change artist, too. In the sensory overload of 21st century life, it seems an impossibility to stop long enough to see anything, really. When was the last time you knew of a new “painted lady house?” No, todays houses are all little boxes because no one has the time for beauty, any more.
Vol

It is refreshing to see new “voices” in here. Yours is quite entertaining and I like how it isn’t routine anything. I read a few of your writes, to get an idea of what the author is about. You’re top notch.

Many thank yous for such a generous review, truly mean that. Must admit, I write as I think – randomly! Obviously a little editing is done but probably not enough – but I try.

The topnotch will do very nicely and is much appreciated. But, the pressure’s on now!!! 🙂

I have done a fair amount of cursing in my day, Fia.
But the muse turns a blind ear.
j.

Sometimes it feels like certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons, not always for communication or connection, but for maybe even deeper philosophical meanings than even those can provide (I recommend all the Stoics, of course) It always pays to patient…and observant. Good form and thoughtfulness.

Brilliantly penned, Fia. Always dig your musings my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thank you ;))

A very striking and succinct piece. A fire burns in these verses.
Regards James

Your writing always conveys your emotions very precisely, emotionally. I mean this: many thanks for sharing what appear to be deep, deep feelings. Can only hope that time will lessen the pain felt as soon as can, Fia.