Now you mention it and so eloquently .. I think that many of us have been there and asked the same searching questions .. Write on brother Curt .. You do it so well .. Neville 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

Brilliant and sweet. Excellent.

This ones of those that is written in simple words yet because the feelings are real and genuine, it’s like the only way to reflect these feelings is by the simplicity. no big words, no complication, it is as it is. It reads for me as a song of love and life, a sweet sad love song.

Thank you, Mary. But those dots at the end of your words, please continue!! ;0)

Favorite line: You cannot cleanse the loneliness, and the sun shines in rainbows, and clouds speak to grandmother moon. This is a wonderful piece of poetry

We played this game in messages to each other very recently, did we not? Oh, on a much smaller scale, of course, and with much less beautiful words than those you have used here, my friend. i.e., “Ah, the sweet smell of success! Or is it the success of sweet smells? etc.” Yes? I like this version much better. You added beauty to it, and made it much more intimate and meaningful. What we did before was meaningless fluff, now a silk purse from a poet’s ear.

I am a fan of Poe’s I like how you changed each stanza around like that;))

This hurts. a lot of deep meaning behind this.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Wow the pain and hurt in your words cut deep my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Too many ghosts, too many horrors in that field, Neville. I can imagine if you look close enough, you can see blood mingling with the grass, feel the stabs and thrusts, hear the screams. A place where even a blue sky, soaring hawks, and warm sun, cannot make this place feel safe, welcoming.

Beautifully written Neville.

Curt

Although seemingly it was just a field, it was also one of those rather special places I happened to stumble upon that had its own very strong atmosphere .. a bit like Lourdes, or Deeley Plaza (for me anyway) .. and it was only afterwards when I did a spot of research that I found out about the history .. I can still feel it now as I type this thank you .. Thanks a million Curt .. Neville 😎👍

This is outstanding, Curt. It sounds to me like something Kerouac might have written. It needs voice, I think — but then, I think that of damn near everything — except a whole bunch of things I’ve heard on the radio and TV that should never have been heard by anyone. I do have my limits. There’s only one good thing about those things: I can turn them off. Now this, this is good very beautiful. It sings without the music. I could feel the need, the longing and the heartbreak. Excellent work, my friend.

This is some serious juice of a lexiphile! Gonna be sighing on this one for days…