Great write Elke….the moon has a lot to answer for but not quite as much as our minds.🙏

The perfect piece for our extra bright sister above! How you began each cinquain with “Tonight” is very momentous, with an unexpected surprise at the end. This made me smile an ol’ cheshire grin. Wonderful write!

Clay

OK – It’s your fault. It was a great night for a naked dance, So is tonight. Wish you were here. 😉

Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend with great flow. The words dance to the beat. Appreciate you.

Damian

I’d like to speak in defense of the Moon… 🤣

Sappho, I love how your dance around the bonfire leads to the fire of passion and that you take full credit for your desire!!! I think we humans have always loved howling at the moon and our desires for intimacy. May our howling and intimacy make the moon shine full and bright!!!!

Curt

Yes, dear Curt, in full moon nights the atmosphere is filled with magic. Our hearts are wide open and ready to give and receive love and passion. Let’s make magic happen!
I bow to you with gratitude for your constant, supportive comments and for sharing your thoughts! 😊🙏🏼

Hahaha, nice, makes us ask ourself if wiccans were the original hippies, tight

Oh! If we had reading lists, this would be on it! The passion, the whimsy, the movement…amazing! Absolutely a keeper!

Thank you so much for your awesome comment, dear Willow! My deepest gratitude 🙏🏼

This has anger and sadness at what people have fallen for.

damn. No sharp instruments for you. Yet your pen is cutting!

Bravo Damian, expertly poemed sir .. I can hardly wait for spring myself .. Neville 😎👍

Powerful work.

Your rhyming skills are becoming masterful, Damian. I love the effortless flow in this. That change of season can be exemplified by many on youtube who are tired of life’s games. Great work here.

We are so long overdue for one. I’m hunting light and warmth everywhere I can find it these days. I think we all are. I’ll gather dead fall if you get some matches. We can dance around the bonfire of hope, my friend

”Stillborn inside a think tank”

That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
this sea of rhapsodic artistry

Much respect always

Naaj

Chère C.,
What a beautiful write!
Love it that you wrote it.
Love it even more that you’ve posted it.
I tried to single out which sentence drew me in.
But I can’t.
I’ll read it again tomorrow.
Until then….

Kind regards, Gus

“Sanctuary in a smile”. After the “lust’ settles and there is just the warmth holding each other, it is the “smile” that says everything and how you can stay in that moment forever. It’s that smile that tells you you are home; where the momentary “lust” becomes more.

I enjoyed reading your poem Crimsin.

Curt

We love seeing you write of love, yes dark love is great love. Tight

Passionately penned, Brenda. What a lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian