Beautifully penned, Kelly. Excellent write my friend, really dig the imagery. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

My one and only reply. Thank you most kindly, Damian. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly!!!
A huge 💥CONGRATULATIONS💥 to you on your excellent Win! 🏆

No one paints wondrously vivid, deeply emotional, metaphorically enthralling Free Verse imagery more magically brilliant, via the endlessly colored medium of creative articulation ⁓ than YOU!
And, no one’s poetry excites and enthralls my depths more thoroughly than Yours. You’re a True Master Poetess – in every sense of the words. I’ve always enviously admired your incomparably original skills with a pen.

Your first two verses alone made of me a living, breathing voyeur to the captivating ambiance and verisimilitude in your moment’s reality … I mean, truly, I was there ~ even when the snow began silently falling.

I couldn’t be prouder of and happier for you, Dear Kelly, always … hugs! ⁓ Richard🖌

You and I go back quite a way from posting on the WC together …that’s what makes this review even dearer to me! And here it is, Thanksgiving morning…and here I am giving thanks for you! xo

Wowzers! This was great!

“my heart became a voyager to the past”

Some writers don’t need (don’t use) huge words to try and hide their mediocre poetry with glossy accessories. You don’t.
You are incredibly effective talking to the reader in a language we all can follow fluidly. That is skill. You have it.
Truly rewarding reading your material every time.

I was anxious for your review. I am now wearing the smile you gave me! Thank you!

There’s a quiet enchantment here—how the simple act of listening becomes a journey, a communion with voices long gone. I love how the snowfall mirrors the unfolding of the words, each line falling gently yet leaving a lasting trace. The poem makes memory, literature, and presence feel alive at once…..Great to see you here.

Thank you, Thomas. Your insight into my writing this is quite complimentary. So kind, indeed!

I am with you, my friend. What ever happened to depth? Conversations these days are akin to eating chocolate shell while forgetting about the ice cream. It’s why poets like you exist – to remind us of these things. Thoughtful and excellent write!

We never really know how people perceive us. We go out of our way to put our best foot forward, but somehow our demeanor gets lost in the translation. Staying true to yourself is your survival. It’s all we have at the end of the day. Take care, Peter!

Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. I can relate, I used to get caught up in wondering how others perceived me. It will drive you crazy going down the rabbit hole. Being we’re not able to hop in one another’s minds, it only leaves one to assume. And assumptions are the mother of all fuck ups, mainly because it’s impossible to for any human to be 100% accurate. It’s best to stay true to your moral compass and always trust your gut. That’s just my opinion though. Take care brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is as much dark and sad as it is beautiful, dear Daniel!
Even after someone passed, memories of them will stay alive in somebody else’s heart!

Why thank you! I’m posting more erotic short stories coming up. Focusing more on the short story than poetry now.

Daniel