‘climbing the notes to where you are
so high in the atmosphere
and yes I know I’m sky scraping
but damn you are fine’

fine writing.. seems you’v found why, where and how: the person has added ‘special’ to everything

Next to last stanza is so-well worded. This quite sensual but not blatant, which makes it poetry that is a pleasure to read.
I also really like the stanza that emmagreen pointed out.
You have a nice variety to your writing.
I clicked that I was mature enough to read this poem. Even though I am 75, I probably scammed on being mature enough.

j.

Brenda, this is one of your best pieces… truly well spoken!

I found myself spinning with the joy of fulfillment to be. Thanks dear Crimsin. (It’s not a sin ;))

It’s almost 7PM here, but ty dear!
I’m in Rhode Island
are you in Nova Scotia?

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

Damian

This was a great piece. So passionate, so hot! I’m glad I found it.

good evening dearest Jacob love the metaphor employed now south paw keep it up❤

You use knowledge and skill every time, sir: combination metaphorical thus appropriately descriptive!

pugilism can be such a rewarding metaphor and you work this well. remember in one’s twenties crashing the typewriter until fingers bled?

An interesting take on a writer’s struggle to create. Personally, I try to ignore the corner’s unhelpful screams. The “meat” of any poem or story is most important, and not everyone will manage to beat it into something worthy of sharing.

Welcome to Stars Rite, Jacob🍷

As an “olde” karateka, your title naturally drew me into this one … and, one thing about your always stellar Free Verse, one never knows from what direction next the skilled metaphorical jabs, hooks, and knockouts’ll come, but we can rest assured, they will, and winners every time.

Diction, grammar, consonants, and vowels can certainly be worthy opponents for a struggling writer … who must keep alert to aggressive verbal vernacular to survive through bouts of defensive blocks. Sooo many times I’ve felt like throwing-in the towel — some’ve said i should’ve … LOL!

Alas, after so many years serving together on WC, it’s wonderful knowing you’re here, too … this site’s in for a real treat.
Hope your weekend’s filled with happy smiles! ⁓ Richard🖌

We need to have enough faith in our fellow men and women to stop and listen to them.
They matter, their thoughts matter, their poetry matters.
We need to work together to secure love and respect.
j.

Joy,
Ah, such a nice sip of cold water in a parched world… This is why poetry is so important… the great mystery is tha there are so many who never slow down enough to find out…
Vol

Slowing down these days can be taken as a sense of failure – how tragic is that!
Time is not for lying on the grass as with your recent poem. It’s more likely,’What, take a day off. Can’t do that, I’d lose money, promotion, the promised new car. Plus do manage to say good night to the kids. Thank you, Vol, your words – like many in the past, are much appreciated.

Beautifully penned, Emma. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian