That’s one helluva wicked woman you just poemed Damian .. way to go my friend .. if you would kindly send me her coordinates I will stop by and convey my regards .. Neville

I love this, Damian. It reminds me of “Witchy Woman” by the Eagles. 🌾🕊️

I wish I could hear the music behind it. Perhaps someday we’ll get a glimpse of your energy and fire within your lyrics. Good one, Damian.

I sincerely hope this one makes the album cut! I so badly wanna hear it! It moves like a snake, undulates down the page. Perfect for the lyrics, my friend

This is fire, friend. Everyone loves a wicked woman.

Powerful work.

I can hear this playing in some club… maybe even a strip club!? LOL
It has a great beat to the lines. It’s also very entertaining! Awesome job Damian.

Killer piece dude. You’re a talent my friend.

very beautifully written dearest poet 💕

Tremendous work. Powerful.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Splinters of glass when they catch the light, have their own unique splendour. A fraction of the whole and yet they too shine. They too are of value. Stained glass windows are magnifique, as is this poem Neville.

Chris

Not easy navigating a new site, taking it slowly, but WC is virtually on life support Neville. Couldn’t access it for weeks. All good wishes to you and yours.

Chris

Nice

Like the innocence of it

Well I’m no ornithologist, but I think I’m usually woken up by pigeons. I doubt that’s quite as nice as being woken by doves but it still has its charms. This was so simple but really helped create the scene.

There’s both humiliy and happiness in these gentle words. Many thanks for sharing your skill, sir.

Must learn to spell, forgive, please.

HumiliTy

I had two nests of mourning doves outside my bedroom window twice in one year. To hear that cooing they do, is absolutely one of the most melodious sounds I have ever heard. It was so wonderful to watch them gather material for their little home in a trellis. I was fortunate to get some really good shots of both parents and babies close up, without a flinch of movement. They beautiful birds, so underrated. I have the photos posted at the WC on my profile page if you’d like to see them! Much enjoyed the read, and seeing you here, Nev. Take care!

How cool was that .. Bless you Kelly .. Neville

Superb work, my friend.

I love the imagery in this. And the sense of last blast desperation to live in the moment. Welcome to the Stars

Prophetic. The fragility of it all.
A moving piece.
Regards James

so wistful a thought I still sense a deep longing in you over this person 💕

In my opinion, if we made it through the heat and humidity of summer. We will make it through Autumn… yet, we can’t deny how Autumn inspires sentimental feelings. I read this as a lullaby of Autumn, there is sadness as there is hope, there is doubt yet there is freedom… Good Morning dear Neville 🌻