I see this as someone discovering the blue green glass for the first time. Interesting poem, Fia.

I see it as a discovering of the truth about someone close.
It’s a great write however I interpret it.🙏

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I love your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

good morning lovely Fia this went from beautiful to dark carried out by the frothing sea so poignant ❤️

Beauty brought fore by abrasion.
An important truth of nature I believe.

Chère F.,
Pollution in its mildest form.
An environmental poem in disguise.
See? That’s the fun of it. To write something small and everyone had his/her own ideas about it.
Pure genius, no matter how you look at it.

Keep ‘em coming please…..
Warmest regards, Gus

Excellent analogy…beauty often disguises danger for the unwary

Very mysterious and philosophical.
Regards James

I love the way glass goes from sharp and dangerous to soft and smooth with the passing tides

Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Wonderful tribute, Fia. You brought out the essence of what it’s all about.

Fantastic!

A worthy and well deserved tribute

Great tribute for a very special day.
Thank you for posting this:)

Fia, the river of your compassion for our soldiers flowed like deep channel of understanding and empathy here. This also flowed beautifully as a poem. I could feel the emotions you evoked with this poem. This is truly a poem of remembrance and understanding for people who sadly are left behind long after the battle is over because their battle continues long after the war is over.

John

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent tribute piece my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Your brilliant poem shines with empathy, respect and understanding. Sadly, history repeats itself again and again. How many reminders like your heart touching and thought provoking poem will be needed until humankind learns to solve conflicts non-violently? Peace my friend!

Chère F.,
What an exceptional write!
And before we point the finger of blame (if this is English) it is good to know that every country made their own mistakes at one time or another.
And as Goldenmyst says: the battle continues long after the war is over.

What an immense victory of talent (yours) over matter.

Warm regards, Gus

Fantastic tribute. Well said.

It seems all these years later, we are still hearing the reverberation of the lyrics to John Lennon’s song, “Imagine”. Living life in peace. When will it ever be?

What a lovely piece of writing Fia. Great rhymes, outstanding flow.

nothing wicked about this, but the sadness of it hits home here.
you display strength and insight.
thanks for sharing.
🙏💚

Yes a little sad but we think of life as a little calloused and the piece fits. Tight

Chère F.,
My heart jumps up a little, when I see you’ve posted one of your beautiful writes.
And this one is a wake up call for me. I’ve never given much thought about my hands as is done here.
It reminds me to work harder in my allotment garden.
An allotment garden on the edge of Amsterdam? Some people have all the luck huh?

Great poem.
I’ll be looking out for the next one.
Warm regards, Gus

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

While the reader can not fail to get the message that both runs throughout and underpins this epic post, the penultimate and summative lines are surely to die for .. Write on sister F .. Neville 😎🌻👍

Such a bittersweet piece. The ache and yearn…and the stepping back. Totally felt

This is some vivid, intense scenery you painted here, Fia
Your words flowed very well for my eyes to follow and my mind to absorb.
Just lovely….

Magnificently sensual and breathtakingly passionate. I could feel this encounter unfold through your vivid and powerful telling that brought me into the depths of the hearts of these lovers. And that closing with the calloused hand withdrawing made for an ending to be remembered, my friend.

John