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    Inkletting

    It begins—not with a word—but a winnowing of silence.An inkling.This hush before quill bleedsonto the parchment.The ink drop dangles,glistens in my candlelight.A golden glimmer on a black drop. That is all it takes.As doubt ripples, certainty dissolves,while the poetry spills. I...

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    Couldn't Read My Eyes

    Memories painted by a disgruntled brush Dysfunctional thoughts falling short of wise Won a game of poker with a busted flush I bluffed a demon who couldn’t read my eyes     Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025

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    Evening Rest

    Your long-awaited evening rest,once beckoned by your bedroom light,has called you in.  Sandcastle's crest,sworn to defend, must bid goodnight. Day seeks its end.  At dawn's first sight,your long-awaited evening restrestored your flight.  Your passion soaredbeyond the nest where you'd recite  your...

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    • Powerfully penned, DK. This one pulls at the heartstrings my friend. Phenomenal write, thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You amaze me every time you put pen to paper…

    • You’re an impressive writer. Thank you for sharing.

    • Bad Uncle is impressed ….

      BIG LIKE

    • Beautifully worded. Magically intriguing. You present this topic with patience & understanding. A gentle, moving piece. Nice work DK.

    • Very nice and, very likely, my favorite form.

    • Your imagery cushions the blow of loss with love. 🌼

    • Me too. Thanks for reading, Mary!

    • It’s a formal poetry style called a Quatern. Eight syllables per line, four stanzas.
      Thanks for checking this out, SeaCat!

    • Beautiful and peaceful. I often wonder as everyone does, what is next. I think it’s not for us to know so we get to choose to believe whatever. I choose to believe I’ll be reunited with everyone I lost and miss. And if I’m wrong well not like I’ll know.

      Great ink

      • Even if it is what we believe, it probably won’t be the way that we think.
        Thanks so much for reading this, Nick. I love your comments!

        xoxo

    • If nothing else, DK🍷

      I’m helplessly obliged to bow, Dear Poetess, in sheer respect and awe at how accomplished your poetic acumen has been developed … and, this brilliantly rendered French Quatern rendering proves how genuinely undeniable it truly is.
      Your amazingly diverse skills are brought vibrantly to light via the many varied themes you bring to the page in widely abundant mastery of poetic forms, command of diction, flowing syntax, metaphoric imagery, emotive instinct, spot-on enjambments and rhymes, and so much more … all brought forth through the rich poetic voice of that of a poetesses’ poetess.

      “You know me not, though knew me well.
      I cannot reach you through the white
      of Heaven’s clouds … as they ingest
      your long-awaited evening rest.”

      How more perfectly validated could loss of memory be expressed(?) … I really do not know.
      And, your Artwork choice? Exemplary!

      Well, lest I wear thinner my exuberant welcome, let me close with a simple humble, “Sigh!”
      Most reverently, Dear Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard 🙏

      • I’m going to shove my tongue down your throat, Richard. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I want to French Quatern you to death. I promise not to make you suffer, though. I’ll do things to take your mind off suffocating. Give me your little white cloud of Heaven.

        xoxo

    • Suffering? What suffering?
      Seems my “mind” you’ve already distracted … and, if I happen to suffocate, what a way to go … LOL!

    • Hey ITR! Damn, I’m glad you’re back. When I was reading your stuff, I noted you hadn’t signed on in a month. At least, that’s what it looked like. I’m glad you didn’t miss your gold medal. I love your prose.

      So, thanks for the review and critique. I need to go back and adjust the spacing properly. I’m not sure what happened there. This kind of poem should have stanzas (quatrains). Anyway, I’m so glad you like it. I love the Blue Ridge Mtns btw. How lovely it must be to live there. I’m from N.C. and visited The Biltmore many times – not so far away.

    • Now I can see why its a winner!
      I feel sad for not reading this one before. A heart touching write. Well done!
      And congrats! “)

      • Oh, thank you, M.E
        I’ve got a lot of crap posted. Easy to miss something. I’m glad you like this.

        xoxo

    • Wow, the meter in this is gorgeous. Evokes the great classic poets. Impressive.

    • Tremendous work. Powerful writing.

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    Happy Thomas Crapper Day

    he was the first man to sayfuck this shit and mean ithe was literally tired of all the shitenough of the shit show this shit's gotta gohe no longer wanted to own his own shitbut not just hishe was fed up with putting up witheverybody...

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    The Feeling of Lost

    I watched another sun come upAnd another sun has setAs shadows lengthen into the nightBut nights no darker than the dayAnd my lifeBoth good and badLies wasted in the stainThe feeling of lostWhich cradles me now in emptinessAnd for...

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    • Joe, that is just breathtaking. What an incredible catharsis. I’ve read many things about the disintegration of love, the falling away – but never anything so utterly raw and weeping as this. Such detail and emotion. The final freedom you describe is so anticlimactic, so real in its hollowness. The wound is so visible, the pain so palpable.

      Second person narrative is hugely effective here. It magnifies the emotion of your piece considerably.

      • The beauty of love is all that we imagine. The death of love is never what we thought.
        Thank you for reading (my writes often ramble), and sharing your thoughts and compliments with me.

        Here’s to the sweetness of the dream. 🍻 Cheers!

    • Glad to share my summer and my Joe speak with you. Its funny that one day pain doesn’t hurt anymore, except sometimes. But if it didn’t hurt, was love really real?

      To summer! 🍻 cheers!

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