My funny valentine is a beautiful song. It’s something that sticks in the mind. I like how you said that a painter may hear it. That could make is day go easier. Nice piece

I remember this one. It is so good. Top tier writing, really. It could be in any creative writing book out there. I think it’s my fav of yours, and perhaps your best. Excellent.

hello dearest Tim you’re obciously of great taste…I feel your pangs on this rainy day painted so beautifully ❤️

Beautifully penned, Tim. Such an excellent write with amazing storytelling and precise imagery my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

You spread imagery like a true artist in this one. A painter could never touch it. You took us there and settled us with that song in that café and created a moment forever breathing

Tim this is one of the most evocative and emotionally strong poems of have read on the Beat poet experience. I have read much Kerouac, Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, and many others and this poem takes me into the heart of their world but written in retrospective from a much later time. Truly this is a work of great poetic art that refreshed my spirit on how much I loved reading those writers from yesteryear.

John

Really great work. The depersonalization of our world. Moving words.
Regards
James

wow this sounds like a relationship and how you feel within yourself in it great write ❤️

Thank you, Crimsin. 🙂

This has me thinking about my dad. This is very good Tim, I like this alot

On point, Tim. I love the reflective nature of this. It has powerful meaning on its own, as a read for us too.
My father died slow, and quite aware of it all, til the end. I was his friend more than his son. But it was crushing just as much.
Your write is outstanding.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. This one pulls at the heartstrings. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you for your thoughts, Damian.

Tim, I felt this in the marrow of my bones deep in a place I haven’t visited in so long. Truly a deeply felt poem with a melancholy beauty that was perfect for this night’s reading.

John

This captures the way memory frays at the edges. A tender, aching piece.