Just when we think we forgot a feeling, dreams give us a nudge
Thank god for dreams.
Nice to see you posting:)

Powerfully penned, Fia. My subconscious likes to play tricks on me. lol. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

‘Shuddered breaths’, what a sensual way to describe that moment when time stands still and hearts flutter. And the whole world awaits your touch. Nicely penned, Fia.

-Curt

Beeeautifully laid poetry, Dear Poetess 🍷
But, what else would we expect from the gal with a star-blessed pen✨

While so many of us will easily relate to your sentiments in comparing the greatest love of our lives with every one thereafter, only a rare few can express its essence as eloquently skilled as you have here … tugs my mind and heart back to wondrous yearnings I still dream of and never got over, and most likely never will.

I actually felt “shuddered breaths” … amazing, Fia!
Thank you for sharing You! ⁓ Rascal🖌

This short poem read so wistfully. I could feel it all as the word unfolded so beautifully with that disquietingly powerful ending. A great reflective poem.

John

Thanks for the update Fia. Love this site and all you do for it.

John

Hi Fia, thanks for the update. I am very new here, but I think you and your team are doing a great job with this poetry site. It is truly a pleasure to be here.

Curt

Thanks for the update, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thank you so much, HJ we appreciate your comment xx

I don’t like arrogant people, I’m sure most don’t. Trying to get along with them is almost impossible so I don’t try. And being in a band with one can be maddening. I don’t know, often times I wonder if they’re just wounded and like a dog they try to fight the world and everyone in it. It takes patience I guess, and a lot of it to get through and heal those wounds. Whatever. Good one, Damian.

I consider myself a peaceful person for the most part and do want people to heal.
I always wonder what the hell happened. Everyone is born innocent but living can change people.
Experiences change people. Some grow from it and others don’t and fester.
As I got older I also learn from observing and knowing when something is a lost cause.

Enjoyed the read amigo!

You truly succeed in unlocking new points of view with your brilliant and thought provoking writing, dear Damian! Many people become hard-hearted and bitter, when the storms of life challenge them. But it is never too late to reach their hearts. ‘Aren’t we all beautiful flowers covered by thorny vínes?’ in the end, love will win over arrogance, ignorance and violence!

Superb work.

I always try to be conscious of the fact that I don’t know another person’s pain. But sometimes I really just want scruff the arrogant ones and tell them “Stop making your damage my trauma!” Wouldn’t do any good anyway. But the urge is there. That arrogance is usually armor. Crack the armor and it crumbles. Then we get to the heaet of the matter. The places you go with your musings, my friend…

That first line really hits–‘Ignorance is bliss amongst the arrogant.’ It sets the tone for such a sharp reflection on how perspective shapes truth. I love how you balance disillusionment with hope–the idea that words and compassion can still open new ways of seeing

Beautifully penned

Perfectly poemed my friend .. makes perfect sense and looks so good sitting on this particular page .. which was obviously made for it .. write on brother .. Neville 😎👍👍

Damian, this is strong tonic on arrogance. You put the iron to the fire with this without a dull moment in the. You concisely and powerfully express your views and emotions that spill across the page brilliantly.

John