It is a bit musical. I wish for a better day, each and every day. That deer lost in headlights is so true

I agree.

Thank you for putting it into words so eloquently.

Got my foot tapping away from the off to the end and back again .. Nice one too sir . Neville

Damian the fire in the eyes of those zealous followers of the pied piper elevated to guru status is painted in your poem with fire and smoke. Truly a smoking great poem that is as strong emotionally as it is rhythmically. You have real talent my friend.

John

I can identify with this being I’m turning 64 soon. Life is how you look at it. Your strength in this shows your positive view about yourself. That’s called wisdom. Great writing, Willow.

Ahh but the mind is a fearsomely powerful weapon we often use against ourselves. Thank you, Peter

I never thought I’d be one to age gracefully. When I was young I thought for sure I’d fight it tooth and claw. But here I am, looking backwards and smiling forward. I don’t know what the days will bring, but I know what the years have brought. I’ll face them with a cup of something hot and a determination to make the best of them. Thank you, my friend

Thank you, Thomas 😊

This is an interesting conversation that a mother and son have over dinner. It is a sweet dynamic that he still confides in her about what he is doing in his life and the way she talks to him gives you how much she cares about him.

Incredible! It’s like she doesn’t want to desecrate her sacred holiness even though it begs her to give in to human desires and lust so she transforms back into smoke. Really incredible poem and picture, Crimsin.

Nice! Enticing and not tacky at all. This is pure poetry, Crims. You did a great job with it. And what a pleasure to read it.

Passionately penned, Brenda. An amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian