Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. By the way you forgot an r in your title. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautiful work.

That last line had me sighing. Really nice work, Crimsin

Amazing! Can feel every word in this poem. xo

Amnesia, would be a lonely thing for a poet of the forgotten. This was exquisite, Damian.

Hello dearest Damian great write I feel this I often wonder if forgetting is a blessing or a curse ❤️

Tremendous work, my friend.

Damian, this is strong tonic. I could feel this in my bones as I read. This i the stuff of poetry that feels like strong whiskey on the tongue. Sad but great writing.

John

It is cruel when the mind slips and cannot grasp what you have lost. Food for thought.

Older age? I know all too well the fading of a few things within myself!
Yet you haven’t lost your literary touch! You are blessed with talent, that hasn’t ebbed. Thankfully we write down our material, no need to remember them from scratch! LOL.
You still can kick some ass with a pen, Damian. Wield it high!

Exquisite piece Damian. Well written my friend.

exceptional read! full of concise, vividly profound imagery…
a sense of melancholic unrest. ~ c

As you so often do, you stirred levels here again. I read this from the personal perspective of memories slipping. A sense of self lost in blips of time. I also see this as the world arena and how people have lost their sense humanity, their compassion, their community. Like the whole damn world has global amnesia. And I read it as literal amnesia from losing time in the form of blanks in memory from drink or drugs. Many layers, my friend

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Such an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
We’ve an allotment garden (edge of Amsterdam – so we’re rich) and use lavender as a separation between patches of veggies. We don’t have to (will never) use chemicals and as a bonus, all the bees in the neighbourhood love us. They set our garden in motion, because they constantly move the lavender flowers with their weight.

30 meters of lavender? Easily!
You just made me think of all the lavender we’ve chopped, bound and hung in the log cabin. The whole cabin smells lovely.
How lovely that you posted this poem.
Warm regards, Gus

This is fantastic, Brenda. Bravo!

hello dearest Adagio thank you graciously by the way why aren’t you allowing comments I thought your latest dark indeed ❤️

Peaceful & quite lovely. xox

Dear B,

The peace and gentleness in this write is so calming and soothing I could weep. I really appreciated the magic of this and its balm on my soul. Lovely piece. H🌷

Powerfully penned, Daniel. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

It’s amazing how you succeed in telling this sad and bittersweet story, using extraordinarily beautiful and heart touching words!