Powerful stuff Fia

Fantastic work. Powerful writing.

Heartfelt in a new way

“The liver
The spleen
Rip out the intestines
Making me his queen”

Amazing writing Fia.

Nice and dark Fia. I love the candy corn colored sky emerges line.
Death takes its bride one organ at a time. Sounds like horror to me and a good one for the halloween season. 🙂

Hauntingly penned, Fia. Look at you writing horror, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Violent imagery & language apropos for an October horror film marathon. I’ve got some catching up to do, fer sure. Thanks for holding it down here at Stars Rite. Much appreciated!

Honest, morbid and great wording. A gorgeous piece, dear Fia!

It builds with a violent intensity.
Very apt for Halloween. But also death is always with us. All year round. You poem is very truthful.
Regards James

Your reflections on this conversation with death are the stuff of great poetry. Your poem is deeply felt and strong in imagery that is as poetic as it is strong. Truly a great poem.

John

hello beautiful Fia powerful dark here but empowering too ❤️

Ooohhh. This is good!
Loved take me in the dark so I can see the light
Enjoyed the snapshot lines.

Passionately penned, Fia. This write was fire my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

I feel that this is a calling out that we al can relate to, and be enthralled by. it’s an all consuming request that is determined and also inviting too. Like “give me that and I’ll give you this” type of trade. We write with emotions, so perhaps we look for emotions in return. Yeah?
Cool write, Fia.

Fia, I could feel the entreaty of the woman as she beseeched her lover to give her words. I do agree the right words can make for a magical night in our out of bed. This poem speaks to me in a way that I could feel. Very well done.

John

Oh yes! Tell me more…more…more!

Fantastic. Oh! I love the blade.

Powerfully penned, S. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

孤独なトンボ Kodokuna tonbo ≽༏≼
(Lonely Dragonfly)

The mind is touched, sad emotions softly whispered unto, your diction, Dear Poetess, lends a tale of long ago … yet, ever-present in the Samurai heart’s core ‘n eternal soul ~ his katana.
And, ohhh, you’ve sang it’s poignant timbre as a true Onna-Bugeisha, who always spoke her power equally by virtue of ebony kanji or blooded tanto.

The rhythm ‘n flow of your Free Verse Quatrains dance above the page, as though transporting us into those feudal moments of yore … the magick hallmark of a master poetess’ pen.

I strived to highlight a word, a line, a verse for you … alas, all conspired to create the whole of exact poetical symmetry – your artwork choice in sheer perfection.

I gratefully bow 🥋 … thank you, Dear S. Libellule ⁓ Richard ⛩️

The soul of a samurai rendered into a pome of compelling wonder. You have the spirit of Japan written with the Zen of a poet who can translate a culture and a place and its people into poetry that resounds like koto music in the night.

John

It seems that we need them both to see each other’s point of view.

Thanks for your considered comment.
I only put the political line in to highlight the point that one exists because of the other.
My politics are on the left because that’s where I see less selfishness but in truth there is only a bees dick between most political parties.
Business runs the show.

And on a whim.
I think I like you 😜