Thank you for reading. You think with words where most simply seek to capture a thought. Tis rare.

As for me, I scribble (which sometimes holds a thought). Breath is life, and life is to be shared in the living. We all search for that raw spark from someone to make us come alive. And isn’t that love? 🌼

I look forward to reading more of your poetic musings on the real then. And thank you for the friend request 🌼

hello Joe good afternoon I love this obsession… it is so tender and giving yet extremely powerful 💕

The last 2 lines are perfect for this. Nicely done

Damn…you always take me somewhere with your poetry. This one is no exception. Give those last 2 lines their just dues. They’re fantastic, my friend

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Raven. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Means a lot to me. Appreciate you.

Damian

You’ve gotta give yourself more credit, Damian.
The last lines indeed suppressed my own voracious appetite. The last stanza is my favorite.
Nice spill my friend. xx
~P.G💋

That’s razor-sharp and sinuous—like a poem with fangs. The alliteration of “verbal viper” and “voracious appetite” creates a rhythmic coil of menace and desire, as if the speaker’s confronting a charmer who cloaks cunning beneath sweetness. The image of truth dangling just out of reach—“suspending the obvious”—gives this a wicked elegance.

Your writing has only improved with time, Damian. Your struggle with the ending paid off in a victorious way.

Great poem/

And ty for your comments, they’re much appreciated.

hello beautiful Fia I’m sorry you’re feeling icky I hope yu feel better soon drink some green tea with a little tumeric it should help 💕great write

Thank you, Ravens:)

Get well…..words need to be written.

😷

Get well, Fia. Even when you’re sick, you write incredibly. Get so me rest my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fia very sorry for your ailment. But you sure wrote a fantastic poem about it. Digs deep and you really made it an engaging read. Hope this comment finds you feeling better.

John

Sickness is sometimes like love. You don’t know if your coming or going.

Love it…

Karma has an army…& her day is still coming. It’s interesting watching the different responses people have to the insanity right now. Solid piece here

hello dearest Nick I know what you mean you know God loves his sheep but he has confided in me he loves his macabre people more…why do think this world is as it is? the devil if there is one is a fall guy we will burn someone in effigy and call it good at the end lol 💕

Powerfully penned, Nick. I get where you were going in this one my friend. It’s a wicked world out there. Appreciate you.

Damian