Wonderful tribute, Fia. You brought out the essence of what it’s all about.

Fantastic!

A worthy and well deserved tribute

Great tribute for a very special day.
Thank you for posting this:)

Fia, the river of your compassion for our soldiers flowed like deep channel of understanding and empathy here. This also flowed beautifully as a poem. I could feel the emotions you evoked with this poem. This is truly a poem of remembrance and understanding for people who sadly are left behind long after the battle is over because their battle continues long after the war is over.

John

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent tribute piece my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Your brilliant poem shines with empathy, respect and understanding. Sadly, history repeats itself again and again. How many reminders like your heart touching and thought provoking poem will be needed until humankind learns to solve conflicts non-violently? Peace my friend!

Chère F.,
What an exceptional write!
And before we point the finger of blame (if this is English) it is good to know that every country made their own mistakes at one time or another.
And as Goldenmyst says: the battle continues long after the war is over.

What an immense victory of talent (yours) over matter.

Warm regards, Gus

Fantastic tribute. Well said.

It seems all these years later, we are still hearing the reverberation of the lyrics to John Lennon’s song, “Imagine”. Living life in peace. When will it ever be?

Poignant to the point of poetic perfection Thomas .. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍👍

This has a immense warmth to it.
Much enjoyed.
regards
james

Hi Thomas.
I completely agree with Nev.
I also liked how you specified 12 years old.
Gave perspective to the reader.

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend, this one pulled at these old heartstrings of mine. Amazing work. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hello Thomas. Your writing pulls me in every time. As though I’m standing right by you, living through what you wrote. Marvelous description, memorable write.

Beautiful write. The ending really got to me. Thank you for sharing.

I appreciate that.

First you took us to a memory. Then that last line. And that is the reason the memory matters. Beautiful. I knew mine wouldn’t live long, still hurts he’s gone

This is very good, Brenda.

Haha. Loved the attitude at the end.
Yes, we all hope to see our lovers in our next life, cheers to that!

Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
Oh yes, I can relate to this: between hope and fear.
Love your talent and your ability to (re) organise my mood.

Warm regards, Gus

Sexy write Brenda. Nice work.

I enjoyed this. My favoirite line was “mingling on the winds” something magical.
Kind regards
james

I can hear the ring of youthful sorrow, for sure. Even then your writing was excellent, my friend. Talent is apparently timeless.

I sense the merging of poetry and song .. it seems even back then you had something of a golden pen sir D .. Neville 😎👍

DAMN! If this is your 1st poem, this is excellent. Has a lyrical flow. Nicely said my friend.

Oh! This is damn good.

Wow. Fantastic.

Your talent was there from the beginning. Great metaphorical poem, Damian.

This made it to my book cuz. Beautifully done.

Damien with an edge! I dig it.
It has a great rhythm and flow.
Thanks for sharing something you hold dear.
It’s not always easy.

Damian your poem is as lyrical as it is deep. The idea of fear as a lover is a brilliant metaphor and I could really hear the melody of your words. Loved the creative flow here that took me into an exquisitely unfolding song.

John

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That was what was so cool about it to me as well. “Fear as a lover.” Spot on my friend, Right back at you.. Appreciate you.

Damian

What a splendid start of your poetic work, dear Damian! Fear as lover is an impressive and convincing personification. Like a lover, fear can accompany us until it becomes part of us. Your talent from a young age on is undeniable. Great work, my friend!

The darkness is shown, but it’s the kind of darkness that fills the silence and quietness after a sweep of pain. there is numbness and there is the teenage intense feelings and his mind, the mind that feels that no one understands him. This reminds me with Nirvana.

There are those who say we have to overcome our fear. I contend that it serves a purpose…and we move despite it. I will shamelessly admit that life has left me half terrified of my own shadow. But I’m still chugging along and doing the things. This was a brilliant piece. I’m not sure I would call it dark though. Maybe smudged around the edges? First poem? Damn, my friend…