Powerfully penned, Nick. It’s not crying wolf my friend. Creativity is cycles and a huge fucking circle that spins like a merry go round brother. When I was a younger version of me I thought about quitting everyday. It doesn’t happen everyday anymore, but the thought will linger from time to time. Sometimes we all have to take a break and find the next path that hasn’t been traveled yet. I call it being stuck between chapters, actually I just made that up. lol. And right on cue the writer in my head is always there. All I’m basically saying is don’t be so hard on yourself my friend. It happens to us all, it’s the one experience we’ve all shared in our creative journey. I think you’re an incredible writer who just needs to reset. Stop thinking about writing completely for a little bit, believe me the itch always returns. Hang in there Nick. Best wishes brother, I’ll see you further down the road. Appreciate you.

Damian

Our good friend, Damian, is absolutely correct. Be gentle with yourself, let it all go for a while and fill up your reserves. Everything, especially creativity, goes through periods of ebb and flow. Perhaps like a great and deadly thunderstorm your next poetic wallop of a write just needs time to build.

Keep the ink wet, my friend!
Clay

I can say with certainty, you made yourself felt in your words. Your love, your passion, your compassion. It’s all there in your writing. I’ve felt your good spirit in it all. I’ve shut down a time or two, thinking it was done. If hitting pause is needed, we’re all still here to greet you with hugs if you return. And if you don’t, you made a lasting impact, my friend. Take a beat, take a breath and follow your star

I want to say everything will become better. Being that bone aching tired, that even the doctor tells you that you are ok is relatable.
Baby steps to finding a way to feel ok.
Very open poem.

Powerfully penned, Nick. Excellent write my friend. It’s not fun getting old that’s for sure. Amazing flow and wordplay brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

That state of overwhelmed exhaustion seems to be running rampant these days. Everyone I know is always tired and I stopped checking news…it’s so bad these days, they bring it to you. And yeah…getting old sure ain’t for sissies!

Thanks for the info, Fia. And Congratulations to all the winners and runner ups. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

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