Your words are from wisdom. I’m a bit older than you but I can identify with all you’ve said. Growing up for me saw some great music that was uplifting and fun. I hear todays music and it is so negative. I can see it affecting people around me. So much violence. There were always drugs when I was growing up and friends I know are suffering today from their effects.

Life is fragile and dark today. We’ve had that in the past but there was never an internet so we weren’t as exposed to all the negativity and social media we have today. A lot of people are leaving it behind. Those zombies walking the streets should consider that to.

Great write.

I completely agree with this write. Everything is so turned up right now.
I remember, back in the day, I used to be able to walk home after a movie with my friends as a kid.
As an adult now, I wouldn’t even consider it. For me back then, nighttime had teenage magic in it. It was a time
to be brave and do something daring, like sneak out to meet friends or go to a party, without getting outed by a post on Facebook. lol
I enjoyed this, thanks for posting

Powerfully penned, Nick. I connect with this one my friend, I think anyone who has mileage in this life can relate. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

I remember when expression was everything. In how we dressed, how we spoke, the music, the art. Seems like its seriously frowned upon now to step outside some vanilla lines and be unique. I’ll never fit normal, so I’m not bothered by the judgment. But the world does feel like its lost its lustre these days.

Life is an incredible gift we all take for granted.

Thanks for the read friend.

Hi, Relic! I’ve gotten so used to calling you that over the years, haha. I love how this poem captures the chaotic, procrastinating, wandering mind of the creative process. It’s like watching inspiration play hard-to-get while snacks, horror movies, and classical music are your sidekicks. The pacing — week by week, half-week by half-week — perfectly mirrors that slow, frustrating march toward an idea…until the rain shows up, like a cosmic mic drop! Haha. It’s a funny and oddly hopeful meditation on creativity’s mysterious timing.

Powerfully penned, Tim. The life of a writer has peeks and valleys. “I’ve lost my mojo. He ain’t risin.” A reference to the Lizard King?? Probably not, either way I dig the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

So, Relic, huh? I thought I recognized those keystrokes. Good to see you here, another refugee from that lost cafeteria of broken crockery. Nice write, Tim. It’s like you were looking over my shoulder.

Mother Nature knows what she is doing before a storm.
The air gets still but you can feel it. The presence of something powerful brewing.
This whole piece gave that. I especially loved the stanza about the glass with delicate fingers!
And I love that pic amigo!

Wonderful. Thoroughly vivid with the descriptive lines sewing it all together. We can see it, feel it even. Excellent poem Tim.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I saw the title and had to check it out. lol
I remember the block heads or was it box heads?
We’ll see if they make an appearance or if they are retired drinking a Mai Tai in Hawaii. Lol

Perhaps their heads are too thick to fit here. LOL.
What an awesome, whimsical calling out to PS. Hopefully he sees this and picks up his slack!

He has been popping in on the site. But you never know he may see this and pop up this week.

Ha! Forgotten about Box Head. I hope PS submits his artwork in here. He gifted me such a piece and it now holds such a poignant place in my world. You do him justice here.

Cleverly penned, Tim. What a tribute to the man himself. Speak, is one of a kind. Hope he sees this. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian