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

The moments like this are like balloons in the heart. Beautifully buoyant. This is what life should look like as a child…

I really am touched by this, probably because your childhood sounds a bit like my own. How marvelous it would be if we could all be born into solid, loving families, but alas–not in this world does it happen. Still, despite the lousy hand that life often deals, beautiful flowers may bloom from the poorest soil. I played in leaves, too… and mud puddles.

It’s a heart tugging piece, the harsh realities of the world where adults strip away the innocence of the young.
Thank you for sharing.

Thanks Wally.

You took me into this scene. I felt this.

Powerfully penned, Kelly. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Figuring out the small stuff can be overwhelming! Thank god for solitaire.
I enjoy the sound and feel of shuffling a deck of cards. It takes away all the noise in your head.
That’s where my mind took me while reading this. Feeling this and really putting myself in the scene.
Loved this!

Hello Adelphina! I very much enjoy playing solitaire, too…and you’re right, it does calm down the noise in your head. It was the perfect fit for this poem too, I think. Thank you so much for your review. I am most thrilled to meet you!

readin this hits hard so full of pain I’ve been there but that is the nature of love isn’t it to bring us so much pleasure then so much pain no way around it… great write ❤️

its that kind of stuff that will always get in the way and stops us in our tracks every time isn’t it .. the guy was a fool .. and just between you n me .. I know a good hitman who owes me a favour or two .. write on K .. N

Beautiful piece….sad but beautiful.🙏

Love….it’s a blessing and a curse at the same time. They just take turns. This is a sad one, Kelly. All those lonely people on youtube could probably relate in their own way to this. There’s always meaning behind your poems. 🙂

Thank you, Tim. So good to finally see the man behind the poet!

It took me a while before I got “used to” a lonely bed. Kelly, your poem hits home, and all I can think to say is, it’s a hard task sleeping in a lonely bed, where memories linger and the smell of them remains, even after many washings of sheets.

How about a game of gin rummy, over a triple shot of Black Label on the rocks? ;0)

Curt

You are a very good writer yaknow.
And, you must be pretty young, because Jack Daniels is for the younger crowd (so I’ve seen, lol) and we older folks sip Jim Beam. Of course there’s Jamison, but it feels stereotypical when I drink it, LOL.
You ensnare us with all the intricate details within your writes. The thread count sheets, as an example. That is precision detail.
You could easily carry a longer write, and we would be most grateful, because you write so well. It’s good to have you here, you bring quite the talent.

Wow, you sure know how to articulate a compliment! Thank you most kindly for acknowledging the precision detail in my work. I strive for that, that and writing with the brevity of words. I do have lengthier pieces, which I will be posting soon. It’s good to be here. I am quite comfortable in the company of kindness! You’ve made my day. Thank you, again!