The song is really beautiful, warm and joyous… as I was reading I could feel the melody and beat of it, I love the repeation and alternation between “I” and “you”, it’s like making vows between each other, a truly romantic and lovely love poem.

Beautiful work. Vivid and sharp.

This is a sweet read, and it is not annoying at all.

Chère F.,
Hope this finds you well?!

I do admire your talent and your writes, so I love a compliment if it’s coming from you.
Thank you so much!

Warm regards, Gus

a heartwarming, endearing ink. beautifully written. i enjoyed the charming, lyrical fluidity.
thank you, for your lovely words and a warm welcome, both are appreciated!
~ c

Chère C.,
Now nice to see you again.
I must have done something wrong, since the reply I typed was lost. Sorry for that.

Anyway, I am grateful for your listen. Also on behalf of Michael A of course.

See you around!
Warm regards, Gus

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with layers of depth my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Chère F.,
How can someone be powerful and sweet at the same time?
Lovely, what a lot of ‘tastes’ in one poem!

Warm regards, Gus

and You my friend “stole” our interest and attention once again with your passionate and exquisite writing. I respect how each couplet both shows and tells us a story. Fantastic poem!

An espresso con panna to you.
Clay

🙂

Oooh, very clever!

Really like that ending, tight

hello beautiful poetess I most fear the unexpected nasty events that happen to people it is scary like for instance a lady was set on fire walking by a stranger… I don’t like there are such dreadful people in the world great write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Amethyste. Existence is scary a lot like uncertainty, they’ve got similar effects. Excellent write my friend. Your work makes me ponder after reading it, and that’s a wonderful thing. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Powerfully penned, Nick. It’s not crying wolf my friend. Creativity is cycles and a huge fucking circle that spins like a merry go round brother. When I was a younger version of me I thought about quitting everyday. It doesn’t happen everyday anymore, but the thought will linger from time to time. Sometimes we all have to take a break and find the next path that hasn’t been traveled yet. I call it being stuck between chapters, actually I just made that up. lol. And right on cue the writer in my head is always there. All I’m basically saying is don’t be so hard on yourself my friend. It happens to us all, it’s the one experience we’ve all shared in our creative journey. I think you’re an incredible writer who just needs to reset. Stop thinking about writing completely for a little bit, believe me the itch always returns. Hang in there Nick. Best wishes brother, I’ll see you further down the road. Appreciate you.

Damian

Our good friend, Damian, is absolutely correct. Be gentle with yourself, let it all go for a while and fill up your reserves. Everything, especially creativity, goes through periods of ebb and flow. Perhaps like a great and deadly thunderstorm your next poetic wallop of a write just needs time to build.

Keep the ink wet, my friend!
Clay

I can say with certainty, you made yourself felt in your words. Your love, your passion, your compassion. It’s all there in your writing. I’ve felt your good spirit in it all. I’ve shut down a time or two, thinking it was done. If hitting pause is needed, we’re all still here to greet you with hugs if you return. And if you don’t, you made a lasting impact, my friend. Take a beat, take a breath and follow your star

I want to say everything will become better. Being that bone aching tired, that even the doctor tells you that you are ok is relatable.
Baby steps to finding a way to feel ok.
Very open poem.

Powerfully penned, Nick. Excellent write my friend. It’s not fun getting old that’s for sure. Amazing flow and wordplay brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

That state of overwhelmed exhaustion seems to be running rampant these days. Everyone I know is always tired and I stopped checking news…it’s so bad these days, they bring it to you. And yeah…getting old sure ain’t for sissies!