There are so many great lines in this one. I think the one that sticks the strongest with me is:

“Complacency is a recipe for disaster”

Not paying enough attention to the gravity of a situation is so dangerous. All it takes is a single grain to tip the scales. Gotta watch the build-up. Your mind never ceases to amaze me, my friend

tREMENDOUS WORK.

Coming to a dark truth is scary after a long search isn’t it?
Favorite line: Distractions occupy the symbol minded

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I loved that line as well. There were quite a few I loved in here. Appreciate you.

Damian

G’mornin’, Damian 🌤
The enjoyment of your fine writes goes well with this hot wake up mug-a lapsang souchong.

Such a beautifully rendered, smoothly flowing set of unmetered Quatrains (in a-b-a-b spot-on rhymes) sing a sad song, indeed.
They say, “We must play the cards we’re dealt!” But, I, as You, have obviously been dealt some tragically sorry hands.
The one worst aspect of romantic relationships your keenly-writ lines bring to mind, is the painful reality of unrequited feelings and emotions.

“Understand I’m living the fucking song
And your loyalty lies in remaining numb”

Brilliant work, Syr Poet … thank you for sharing! ⁓ Rascal🖌

hello lovely Fia this is beautiful in its acceptance of this person behind the veil 💕

Hoi hoi
As long as you remember my name

I will always be content with just being.
Ahhhh…., the beauty of simplicity!
The cherry on the cake!
Thank you!
Kind regards, Gus

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! What can I say? This is an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

The one before the few or the many. Individuals, in the knowing, are complexities. Well worth the read 🌼

I don’t need anybody to remember my name, myself. As long as my words reached something in them in recognition. I’m happy to let others have the limelight 😊

Fantastic.

Your words display your humanity and some vulnerability. Yet, there’s also a warm heart behind all that beating.
Beautifully done, Fia.

Thank you, Hamid ❣️

Thank you, Adira ❤️

hello lovely Fia a very fiery passion powerful 💕

Oh damn…

Passionately penned, Fia. This write is fire my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I do this to women …
Then they burn for me
Wait
Listen
I may be at your door ….

The flames of that passionate fire are rising high in this one, Fia. Nice one.

Do you see me leaning in? This poem has made me a voyeur. Very nice, Fia, love it.

I think about the consequences of opening my mouth & weigh them against the burden of saying nothing. If it has the potential to hurt someone, I keep it locked in the Nope folder. There’s a lot of insight in this one. That cautionary note…think before you speak…is never out of date, my friend

No you can not stay naive. Especially when you already was a part of it.

hello dearest Damian you are very deep… I’ve picked up on a lot of wisdom in you… the air can help but be heavy with the words… truth is just like that 💕well done…

Learning to “read the room” is such a great line, and your last is filled with wisdom. We live and we learn as we go learning from our past mistakes and learning from others.

Great poem.

I liked this, Damian.

Oh, so totally resonates. I don’t know where I would be without my proverbial pen. And I spent far too many years perched in neutral…only to discover there is no such thing. Either your ass is leaning in one direction or your nose is. I prefer staying informed & walking the path that suits me. Shadows & all. And i find like souls along the way when living authentic. Consider this one on my reading list with emphasis, my friend

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Agreed, there is always more to the story. Appreciate you.

Damian

That’s beautifully reflective—wisdom framed not as some lofty concept, but as lived experience layered over time. The imagery of seasons and fences evokes quiet contemplation, hesitation, even resilience. That last line? A soft unraveling of illusion. It reads like a quiet reckoning.

Superb work. Powerful.