well, one thing for sure… you are really blooming as a poet… perfect

I unfortunately grew up seeing a lot of weeds and stickers. ha I guess life is like a road of flowers we see along the way. Some beautiful, some ugly. I like your take on it. Nice one, Fia.

“Walking down a path of my life”…So there is a flower called Ruellia Simplex. I walk past it each morning before work. Beautiful purple blooms…hundreds of them. When I leave at the end of the workday all of the blooms have been shed or blown away. The stark contrast is startling. But…the very next morning fresh new blooms await to greet me…hundreds of them. My reminder that each day is a new opportunity. Yet also a reminder to make the best of my time as life is too short.

Beautifully penned, Fia. Another excellent write full of depth my friend. I concur with Sam’s comment: “You are really blooming as a poet.” Amazing read with a musing vibe to this ink. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

this is interesting… love the rhythm of it

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Yeah, I figured it out, Richard. My computer and I are having a fight right now over who/what/which of us can be more stupid. I think I’m winning — though, if Elvis (my computer) doesn’t buck up, I may have to set it on fire.

confirmed

Hopefully it works this time (I’ve changed my anti-virus app. Yest I see your comment!

Yes, I got it. But I am still having problems leaving reviews and messages. I hope you receive this.
Thank you.

Haha this is a good one and I like how you end it with the old saying.

dearest Tim I hate women like that money grubbers trading their looks for cash prostitutes great write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Tim. Another excellent write that speaks some truth my friend. Some marriages are more like business arrangements these days. Cold and transactional it would seem. Just my two cents brother. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tim you paint the scene and the sultry women with masterful brush strokes of description. This took me right into the scene so that I could see everything and the storytelling here is excellent. A really great poem that puts me right there and the slice of life here is tantalizing. Our former local coroner married a young lady who had a tryst with the pool boy and the coroner left his wife. As a woman told me he should have known at his age why she married him in the first place for his money. Loved this so much.

John