Bravo, Fia. You know how to tell a story my friend. This is really good, can’t wait to hear more. Take a bow!! Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Never hearing your voice before, Fia 👀👂

I did not know what to expect, but I can’t say I’m disappointed in any way … actually, I was quite taken with how smoothly soft ‘n sultry, creamy ‘n smooth it is, as though my mind was being caressed through my ears on a warm, gentle breeze by a hundred dandelion flowers.

I heard no reason for the “Adult” sticker … YET, anyway. Now, at least, I’m prepared for any sweetly naughty surprise one might hope for!. ; p

Anyone ever tell you you’re a VERY talented lady?
YEP! That’s my outlook! ⁓ Richard🖌

Amazing! You’re a talent!

Beautifully penned, Peter. Into the book it belongs! Nothing quite like the bond of a guitar player and their axe. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous. I can hear the chords now.

You are so correct in comparing the guitar to a woman. Now, if I could just send my contrary wife off for a new set-up! Haven’t counted them lately, but I have over 20 acoustic guitars. Nice writing–I like it!

Beautiful.

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