I am old school. Grew into a love of poetry because of my interaction with the Beat poets. Sexton, Plath, Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, O’Hara and others.
This is confessional style poetry like Sexton, Plath, Levertov and others.
I really felt this one.
j.

It does feel confessional in the way that poets dream about life & love, with a tenderness and unabashed desire both calm & brave. It is what the artform exists for.

This poem feels like a quiet stream of thought turning into a river of longing. I love how it moves between vulnerability and hope–questions of love, time, and becoming a better self flow together with such tender honesty.

Joe, amigo what a write!
It felt like wearing an old comfy shirt. I love that line. It’s so true. Personally when it comes to relationships I think comfortable is underrated. Yes, we want to be desired and have great chemistry, but comfort is real.
It also means you feel safe. So important for love
Beautifully written

I haven’t posted.much in a while but I’m glad the blessings pleased you 🌼

Wow, I felt this. Very powerful write.

No one every really wins at war. It is just useless devastation and loss of lives.
This is an impressive portrait showing that.
And no one really survives. Even the survivors suffer so much mental and emotional loss.
j.

Powerfully penned, Keith. The casualties of war extend farther than those who gave their life, others are scarred physically and mentally for the rest of their existence. With Governments that discard them, after they’ve been broken by war. Sad but true my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous work. RiGHT ON MAN.

Brilliance Brenda. You’re a magnificent poet my friend. Spellbound!!! xoxo

Wistufl, whimsical and a conflict of emotions battling within this stunning piece. The imagery is on full throttle.
j.

Sort of like a dissention among the ranks vibe. This does have a witchy, almost horror scented feel to it. Nice!

Don’t know where my fingers went, Crimsin. I meant “wistful”—getting jumbled in my old age.
j.

hello beautiful Willow this is full of clever verses creating so much feeling ❤

This poem envelops me in its grip.
Sadness, shame, discord…I feel this way sometimes…jokes won’t humor me, pleasantries are the opposite of what I need.
Really strong, strong write.
j.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt this one. Appreciate you.

Damian

Superb work.

Amazing, Willow. You keep impressing me with lines like, “slicing pieces off yesterday to feed me.” So strong and beautiful simultaneously. Keep it up. Please. And thanks for the audio version; you know I can’t help but gravitate to that. It is so well done.

What an amazing and truthful piece. This word is fucked! Brilliance is written all over this piece. Great work my friend.

Wow, what great metaphor in this.
The state of politics and the state of journalism.
And we fall for it all and go after the bait and get caught in the net of despair and anger.
Really strong writing…telling it like it is, reminds me of The Beats.
j.

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, next level amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

‘The networks cast shiny bait, baits of likes, likes, promises.
And we, shoals of scattered attention, dance to the beat of their haste.

Coherence? An extinct luxury, like fossils of ethics in digital museums.
Everything is fragment, everything is instant, in a feed that never returns.

Time is no longer a line—it is a loop, an eternal scroll, without digestion.
Thinking has become an obsolete gesture, feeling, a notification.’

Today’s essential thought, set within thinking out of the normal box – forever welcome. Focus on the might be will.. the other has had its day – perhaps?