Angel, getting up and facing the day can be a heroic feat. You enshrined your rising with heartfelt beauty. Love this poem.

John

Honest and transparent. Keep on keeping on.

Honestly penned, Angel. Dark undertones, but with a sense of optimism in the end. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello lovely poetess I can relate to this feeling it’s very well written and you push through it that’s positive 💕

Thank you, Adira

In some ways you’re courageous for even contemplating a better day to follow. I’ve seen some that have given up totally and would never even contemplate that kind of thought. The chains of depression are often impossible to break for some. Great poem, Angels.

You have the right attitude. We all encounter unpleasantness in life–it can’t be helped. Look at it as spilled milk, get busy taking care of yourself and carry on. That is often hard to do, but we must.

Hi

I like the ending of this. How he returned the trees to them. This is nice story poem

Angels, thank you so much. I truly appreciate your liking the ending of my poem story. Means so much to me.

John

Adira, deep gratitude. So glad you found me here and look forward to reading more of the poets like you here. Your words on my poem mean a lot to me. Much appreciation.

John

I thought this was very imaginative. I could see every detail, when homegirl ran to tell her parents that she felt love for the first time. And that who thought or who to thunk it ☺️
It all started over a nut, as you put it❤️ John my brother, you’re such a good writer ✍️ thank you, I needed this.
Love your sister
Jackie xo

Deep gratitude Jackie my friend. I am most happy that you enjoyed my tale on the discovery of coffee. According to Ethiopian legend it was Khaldi the goatherder who discovered the magic bean for the brew. So here I imagined what if he got the credit but it was really a young girl who discovered it. So I mused on this idea. Very glad you enjoyed my friend. Thank you from my heart.

John xo

This is an interesting first chapter.

Wait until you read the rest then you can judge

now this is what I call poetry… not the shit I write… THIS

As always, you are so intriguing…
and I love the spatter

Thanks DF…

Smooth, like butter, this poem captivates with the ‘come hither’ idea of poetry’s ability to sink it’s teeth into you; needing it’s charms, craving it’s emotional surrender..

Loved this and the imagery… you’re so amazing at finding a perfect visual!

Missed you *
🌹 💙 –
B

Wow amazing work 👏