Brilliantly penned, PAR. Excellent write my friend you never disappoint. You’re a wordsmith! Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Wow I felt this. There is a point that you can never return to what it was and captured it well here

“Time, that patient craftsman,
molded us until we became strangers,
two travelers who share the road,
but not the destination.”

…and…

“And ours, however painful it is to admit,
ended where it had to end:
at the exact point where I stopped loving you
and you stopped recognizing me.”

There is so much weight in those lines but at the same time, it’s like it’s lifted. When it’s done, it’s irretrievable. Wow, this is…incredible

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. This is next level good, I hope I’m this good someday. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Par this is sad but true…love does end in moments lost…it’s like a slow tide taking grains of sand with it until your castle is washed away…I don’t know how to give up on love but I do realize when if fades great write ❤️

“appreciation”
LOL.
This is a wonderfully detailed write. Perhaps it is melancholy, yet it is written very well and holds our attention thoroughly.
Well done, Paulo.

Thank you for all you do Fia!

Well said, Fia.

Thank you for everything you do for this community, it is so appreciated Fia. Also, you always keep us well informed my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Don’t be afraid of the silence.
Talent is permanent and you have it.
We all dry up for a while .

Powerfully penned, Tim. We all go through those spells my friend, it’s the life of a writer it seems. Be patient with your muse, sometimes they get fickle, but usually come around when it’s time. Hang in there brother. Maybe this write can help you start to break through the barrier. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, ntd. Welcome to the site.

Silence can be deafening when we’re used to words and inspiration. The world is heavy right now, pressing down on creativity. I always find that not trying to look at it directly has a better chance of making contact again with the muse. I’ve been here, it is scary indeed

Well I for one am glad you are back. For two, writing tends to play hide and seek.
Eventually it will tag you amigo!
Don’t stress about the dry spell.
Enjoy life and the day to day stuff we take for granted.
Inspiration just might be found there two.

Hang in there buddy!

When I am stumped, I read several different pieces from a few writers that continue to inspire me. It usually works.
Yet, we all have that lull of course. It’s a breather from the mental tasking perhaps? At any rate, you will find a moment I am sure, to share a gem of yours with us. Hang tough!

Every poet hits that dry pond sooner or later—the mud cracks, the frogs go quiet, and you think the water’s gone for good.
But the fact you’re scared of the silence tells me the well’s still yours—it’s just waiting on rain.

Tim, I too have been through this. I believe your gift is still as strong as ever, it was just waiting for the right moment to resurface. You never lose the muse. This poem itself is an example of how you can take an emotion or feeling and make it into art.

John

Wow awesome. As the person said Don’t be afraid of the silence, I know it can be scary but it won’t hurt you. I personally learned to deal with it and eventually you will too.

Great work

It’s sad but beautiful words too. Sometimes there is no words to express. Except the silence around you. In silence our eyes see enough inspiration around us when there’s no sound , no voice in a small spot. Good write..Keep it up 🤗