Whoa, Neville!! They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Well, this poem is cold, very cold indeed. It drips with the “sting” you felt and perhaps still feel? Betrayal is a dish with rotted food, and served with a smile. But to have it shoved in your face takes betrayal to another level. While I liked your poem, I have to leave the room cause it’s just too damn cold in here. After this, Neville I think you might want to put that pen in the oven, warm it up a little. And whatever you do, do not eat that food!!!

Curt

Powerfully penned, Neville. Your words sting in this one my friend. Outstanding write with excellent detail per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

Wow, fantastic write. I was drawn in by the wonderful, descriptive phrasing…the combination of love and disappointment. No need to see the photo..,I already see it. Well done.

Superb work. Powerful imagery.

Thanks Thomas 😎👍

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

Damian

Hoi Chère C.,

If I may quote you:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos

Don’t we all?
I embrace the thought in real life.
There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.

So:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Is the cherry on the cake.
Just my opinion.

À lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus

Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.

Clay

There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.

While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.

Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.

Curt

That button is crazy cool, sometimes to abuse is to show attention or to neglect is to show attention. Tight one dude

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. One must master the secrets of the Love Button.. Appreciate you.

Damian

You just nailed it .. Poetry that is .. not her you know what sir .. 😎👍

Thank you, my friend.

Despite my blush, I loved this! It’s a delicate balance, that.

Great write Elke….the moon has a lot to answer for but not quite as much as our minds.🙏

The perfect piece for our extra bright sister above! How you began each cinquain with “Tonight” is very momentous, with an unexpected surprise at the end. This made me smile an ol’ cheshire grin. Wonderful write!

Clay

OK – It’s your fault. It was a great night for a naked dance, So is tonight. Wish you were here. 😉

Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend with great flow. The words dance to the beat. Appreciate you.

Damian

I’d like to speak in defense of the Moon… 🤣

Sappho, I love how your dance around the bonfire leads to the fire of passion and that you take full credit for your desire!!! I think we humans have always loved howling at the moon and our desires for intimacy. May our howling and intimacy make the moon shine full and bright!!!!

Curt

Yes, dear Curt, in full moon nights the atmosphere is filled with magic. Our hearts are wide open and ready to give and receive love and passion. Let’s make magic happen!
I bow to you with gratitude for your constant, supportive comments and for sharing your thoughts! 😊🙏🏼

Hahaha, nice, makes us ask ourself if wiccans were the original hippies, tight

Oh! If we had reading lists, this would be on it! The passion, the whimsy, the movement…amazing! Absolutely a keeper!

Thank you so much for your awesome comment, dear Willow! My deepest gratitude 🙏🏼