I hope I get to see this bonfire because she came back with a burner. Your words are powerful, very nice piece

Holding our words always backfires. Anger has so much power. It can be overwhelming.
I totally get this write.

Thank you

For some reason, I picture us sitting around that fire singing We Will Rock You by Queen. No Kumbaya or Row Row Row Your Boat. Kick it up with some fierce fight songs,I say. I’ll grab Wet Ones for the gooey fingers we’re bound to get from the marshmallows. Thank you, my friend

When they’re ready, they’ll come. I’m just biding my time and building energy…for now. Thank you

I actually have a number of creative outlets, though painting has proven to not be among my talents. But when the muse stops speaking, they all go dormant at once. It will come in its time. If you’re saying I should stop writing, that’s not likely to happen. 😂 Thank you

YES!!! Not only is Willow back, she comes with FIRE!!! Isn’t that usually the case with real poets, there are too many words, too much emotion and we cannot hold them back even if we try. They demand to be spoken, written on parchment, sung to the universe. These words are like lava, burning as they go, scorching the earth with an anger born of seeing, feeling, too much pain. Or at times seeing and feeling a shared connection with a fellow traveler while holding hands. And, we take these too many words and shape our world, influence those around us and make the world colorful.

Speak Willow, Speak!!!
-Curt

That storm in your skull feels real—too many words clawing for daylight while you’re just trying to breathe.
But I like the stubborn fire in you, using the anger as fuel instead of letting it burn the whole house down.

Powerfully penned, Adel. Amazing write with nice word play my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

“Just stick it directly into my neck and eyeball, doc!” I always said. Dental work makes for quality mental training at handling pain. It’s not just the pain, but the sounds of scraping, spit sucking, and smell of drilled bone. It can make for serious anxiety. But dentistry has come a long way….I coulda slept through that last root canal. Practically a massage compared to the one I had 20 years ago. I was kinda disappointed, really. I’d been dreading it all day. Seemed like a waste of perfectly good dread, tbh.

I just had two root canals but swallowed several jiggers of Novocaine.

I love this sigh floating away on a blueberry sky beautiful ❤️

Dear A,

Great piece. I enjoyed the parallel imagery of the sweet and the pain. I don’t like a lot of things but I especially don’t like people fiddling around in my mouth! I feel your anxiety. The good news, it’ll be over before you realize it and then bring on the sweets. Awesome formatting and refrain. “give me some of that
novocaine
make it sweet sweet sweet
like sugarcane” I intend to sing that for applicable situations. I’ll give you the street cred but that’s too delicious. Great write. H🌷

But it’s the sugarcane that got you in this predicament! My poor baby!
What a great rappish write you have here. It’s like you’re bringing some street cred to the dentist, as a warning to them. LOL
It’s going to be okay, you’ll see. And the payoff is worth it. You have a million dollar smile, so take care of it.
Oh and hey, what a great avatar pic you have! I wonder who just randomly took a facetime pic of you as they were talking with ya, and it turned out perfect! I know art when I see it, baby.

Hey you took some already today!!! As long as we continue to allow each other to say “delete it”, all is fair!

Cheat?! I have a better eye for awesome than you do. My fiance is way hotter than your fiance! So there’s me being right again…. lol

Hey Adelly. I have no cavities but I do have a tooth whose face fell off. Luckily it’s where you can’t see it. 🙂 My dentist died a couple of years ago, (he was in his eighties) he was great. He could give you a shot without you seeing it by holding his hand up a certain way. It never hurt either. Good luck with your fillings.

Ugh, I hate going to the dentist! It’s worse than going to the doctor for me. The bounce back and forth between Novocain and sweet was fun. The one led to the other 😂

The dentist and I have an agreement: he stays in his building and I stay in my building several miles away. It’s a good arrangement. As for your poem, I felt the sting of the needle when you got jabbed, but the Novocain felt cool going in. And I need to thank you for the fuzzy tongue that lasted about 2 hours. If, as I believe, poetry is supposed to make you “feel”, your poem succeeded wonderfully, Adelphina.
-Curt

Only a poet of your talent can make the prospect of a dental appointment into a celebratory playful delight. I loved reading this. The sing song rhythm just had me totally feeling it.

John

Hahaha, love the way that you saw and add a little comedy to the situation. Just relax dental is a part of overall health, simply twist one before your visit. Tight

You do a great job in putting the reader in this
I can feel the anxiety. Well done!