Beautifully penned, Light. Into the book it belongs! Such a warm and lovely write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère L.,
Hope this finds you well.

If this isn’t a declaration of love, a poem to celebrate life? I don’t know what it is.
Love is!
Kind regards, Gus

I always feel a pang of pity for those who are unable to see it and fully appreciate it, especially those times when it’s poor pitiful me who can’t see it and not fully appreciate it, this inexplicable thing that drives us to observe & create. Thanks for the reminder!

Chère L.,
I’ve been back for another eyeful of beauty.
Love the artwork too!
Warm regards, Gus

Brilliant work.

A beautiful poem and make’ my eyes open wide.

Dearest Light💕 in my humble opinion, you could write poems & poetry for ever & a day and they would never be too long and nor would I tire of reading them .. No kidding .. Your friend, Me 😎💛🌻👍

Interesting the way you put it. Stealing from the earth, taking from Mother Nature.

This is interesting. I love science fiction stories

Thanks for reading. I also love sci-fi. The questions Sci-fi authors ask are hard hitting.
Regards James

Aww its funny how one remembers their first time. This is well written

Powerfully penned, Thomas. The pain of a broken heart can often lead one into the arms of alcohol. It promises the world only to consume its host. Excellent write my friend, I can relate. Appreciate you.

Damian

Those first moments of heartbreak are all consuming. I still remember mine like yesterday too…

Yes, vivid and sharp. Thank you.

Oh, this is good, Damian.

There’s a song in there somewhere.Obviously in a minor key.

Great write🤘

I would be bored with the norm as well. This is good Damian

Powerful writing, my friend.

First this can be both a poem and a song, it has the beat of a song. Second, You said in your note that instead of thinking wiser You rolled with it, but truth to be said your poem from first line to the final is all wisdom. For me this is a monologue with the inner self to make sense of what is not sense, To be aware of everything that happened and what is needed to be changed, the “had enough” and welling to breaking the patten of the same repeation is felt in the final verse, your poems always has a personal feeling and that make them special.

Oh damn, that last verse hit hard. After each of the other verses, it became a hammer of defiance. I’m not sure I believe in a norm. It always just strikes me as others expecting you to be more like them. Meet them at their level because they’re too lazy to move. To evolve. No thank you. This is another strong piece. And I think just rolling with it worked out beautifully, my friend

Nice.

Powerful work, my friend. Vivid and sharp.

Damian when the illusions melt away and the masks are gone there is a great since of liberation as well as sadness. Not fitting in can make one feel alone but at the same time emancipated from a lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole. Truly great poetry here, my friend. You have given me the reader a glimpse into a life that is honest to oneself. I am most enriched to have read this.

John