I enjoyed this immensely.
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Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Tim this is beautiful I enjoyed the metaphors here… I don’t know how to stop hoping no matter what I pray you find belief an understanding of God as I have found him truly to be I looked at church and never found him there… then my scope widened and I found him everywhere ❤️

Man, I love the part where you found an old smile. The whole piece is great but something about those two words together made me smile. And no, it’s not old! lol
It gave ma a feeling of nostalgia. Wonderful write amigo!
Thanks for posting.

Powerful work.

Tim, this read like a man on a quest to find the joy he once had. You took this metaphor and flew with it my friend. I could visualize the old red jacket in the trunk and you finding it and looking in the pockets for what once was. Truly great work.

John

No, hope, could not find a way out of everything.

It is sad but you ended it with a bang. I love that you used the word stardust!
Even though she was tortured, you made her sparkle at the end.
Well done!

Powerfully penned, Tim. Not every write has a happily ever after. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tim, this was softly explosive. Like a dream that comes true in a dark and sad way. Exquisitely written my friend.

John

This is heartbreaking. Never to return to the one you love.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent storytelling my friend. Some never learn it seems. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous. Powerful work, my friend.

Please excuse this late response to your heart-warming and otherwise encouraging review comments for which I am seriously very grateful .. Kind regards and wishing you and yours all the very best of All Good Things, Neville 😎🌻👍

War is not for lovers, nor for any real human… Unfortunately even when you don’t want to fight, sometimes there is no other option. sadly… it’s the people who get the bad consequence while the ones in power stay in power, greed… greed and more greed… their ego seems never to be filled, and I don’t believe these kind of people will learn anything, because they don’t look to this as “mistake”. Still, good peaceful coffee morning ☕☕ dearest Neville ✨🌻

Of course, You are absolutely right & I know no one who know this for real more than You .. I am raising my extra large mug of strongest black coffee to You write now my dearest G .. 😎💛🌻⭐🌟☕☕👍

Powerful work. I felt this to the core of me.

This is a very beautiful work, my friend. I love your, “unruly midnight moon,” and there are so many other lines that touched me deeply; if I tried to mention them here I might as well write every line.

Someone told me that to describe the feelings within shadow was a testament to writing good poetry. I don’t know about that, but I admit, I love this poem, the flow of it, and that you saw and felt it is warmly appreciated. I knew an artist friend who drew scenes in pencil. She had one piece, a landscape, done in black pencil that I swear when you looked at it deeply, you could see blue streaks flow in it. Some of that experience of seeing this piece of art is what I tried to capture in this poem and where that line: “…kaleidoscope of greys” came from.

Mary, thank you, your visits and comments mean a lot to me.

FlatDaddy, it thrills me that you were touched by this poem. You might be surprised to know that unruly moon gets really rambunctious at midnight. Then again, we are the same age, so you probably know all about unruly moons. At any rate I truly welcome your visit and thanks for a great comment (and message).