Heart breaking

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent tribute my friend. It’s a tragedy indeed, sometimes I don’t recognize the world anymore. Appreciate you.

Damian

Silencing beauty is one of mankind’s (and I use that term loosely here) gravest mistakes. We need beauty to get through what comes

This is the kind of poem that doesn’t ask permission—it reports from the wreckage. “A poem that will remain unfinished” is a brutal, honest truth, and the blood imagery isn’t sensational, it’s earned. I like how you refuse comfort here—no soft landing, no false resolve. The idea that the poems must replace her voice because they have to is devastating. This reads like a witness statement, not a performance. Necessary, angry, and painfully clear.

This one hits hard. I’ve watched that video over and over again.
I saw another where an agent told a protester, “If you raise your voice I will erase your voice”…while I’m thinking, then the thunder of the masses will drown him if he does that. I can’t wait for the trials and all the video evidence.
We will say their names forever so they are never forgotten.

Brilliantly penned, Neville. Like the layers my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oooh, now this one has a haunting, almost taunting feel to it. Leaves me wonder…are these mourning doves?

Bless you Willow .. maybe henceforth, I should call you Hawkeye .. You are certainly most astute ma’am .. Neville 🤍👍

This hits like an abandoned chapel breathing on its own. The spacing slows the reader down just enough to feel the echo, the hollow pride, the loneliness clinging to the walls. That last turn—the ghost of me by your side—is quietly devastating. You let atmosphere do the heavy lifting, and it works.

Haunting but also a soothing demeanor somehow. The ending caught me off guard obviously. It makes the read have a different angle, reading back. It’s a well done piece, Neville.

Strange how awareness changes and we see or feel things differently from one time to another, sometimes the message is cloud and clear, sometimes it’s gentle and blurry, but all of them are messages that we are not alone. I feel sadness and speration, yet I also feel how the speaker got and felt the message, found comfort within it and just wanted to get it through and sing it into words 🤍

I feel as if I have been promoted to something very special .. Bless & thank you dear Light💕