Powerfully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt the sting of your words. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

We do what we must. Well, the good ones do! Like you.
Speak your words, Fia. Take a bow and some praise. It ain’t easy out there. Luckily you’ve discovered the therapy of ceative writing. It DOES help. It can save souls, if we trust ourselves to focus on hope.
Wonderful, uplifting write my dear.

Man. I can relate to this. Not just myself but with my friends and family.
There is no telling where I’d be without my mom. She is my rock.
So empowering!! Thank you for posting !!

The kids are everything. And if they’re not…something ain’t right. Felt this one in my maternal DNA.

Whatever it takes!

Life can be cruel and unfair, so I thank God for mothers like this. It is my great hope that their sacrifices will be rewarded–if not in this life, then the next.

Life is a fight. You have invoked a great feeling of grit and determination.
Regards James

I felt this deep in my marrow. Your dedication to those children renewed my faith in humankind. The struggle to keep your children fed and housed moved my heart deeply. This is truly one of your very best poems. It speaks to me of a mother’s love and her oh so protective spirit t keep her children safe, healthy, and well. This is much more than a poem it is a living breathing testament to a mother’s love. I loved this so much.

John

Beautifully penned, Fia. Incredible write my friend, really like this a lot. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

It’s a beautiful thing when minds sync on one purpose. Your closing line couldn’t define it better!

Sweetly sung as whispers. A hint of seductive word play without being graphic. I like the subtlety. Leave the reader to build their own visions as they read. Well crafted Fia.

Thank you, Hj xx

Nicely done, Fia. Your romantic side is showing. 🙂

🙂 I’ll bet you can.

Superb and sensual. Excellent.

Nicely done, Fia, but it seems to need just a bit of punctuation to help with the flow, I wasn’t sure at first how to read it, stopping after each line, then going, “Oh, I see it now.” Nice work.

You can beat an egg and a drum and a carpet .. and a few other things besides .. but you just can’t beat a bit of sync now can ya eh’ .. Very much enjoyed the ride Fia .. Neville 😎👍

Hold on we have to go back to the beginning, we will return on your tightness

Fia, this read like an erotic encounter of a bewitchingly soft yet libidinal ambrosia. There is magic here that takes me into the heart of the poem. I could feel the silken sheets and that last line has to be the most original and brilliant ending “liquid ambrosia”.

John

This is whimsical with beautiful wording throughout, Fia. Really nice work. 🙂

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I love the playful nature of this write my friend. Excellent! Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thank you so much, Vision

Haunted by passion and intimacy gone cold and pallid. I can relate. The question is, how do you reignite a fizzled star.

Always a pleasure
Clay

Its quite painful to be in a relationship when libidos get out of sync.
You’ve captured it perfectly in this piece.
I haven’t found a fix …. hope you are more successful.
😘🙏

It’s a sad story as old as time itself. I’m sure at some time in the past cavemen through their cavewomen out into the mud, and space alien women are floating in space because they didn’t clean the dashboard of the UFO controls good enough. 🙂

This really captures the ache of a love that feels distant while still sharing the same space. “How did we die? / Laying in this bed.” says so much with so few words.

Powerfully penned, Fia. I felt the ache in your words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thank you, yes, it is tragic.;))

Over sometimes long before it is declared over. No winners. A tie in last place. A slow painful death of a relationship…

I think I’ve been in that bed–or one very similar. You express very well the cold shoulder of love collapsing. I wish love potions were real.

Fia, this is a heartbreakingly powerful poem. This poem about what happens when one partner in a relationship lets go is such a real human experience that you put into words the burned across the page.

John