Lovely. I’m happy to see you here. Welcome!

Brenda, this read like a song of spring to me and indeed this is a place for new beginnings. Glad to see you here and read this sparkling poem by you.

John

In the end they hold hands and the fear no longer exists. This is a beautiful piece of work

Well done Styx…

Hey you!
It’s actually an age old theme, about how soldiers go off to fight and how important the letters from home, and from their lovers, are. It gets them through the tough parts .
Nowadays staying in touch is instant of course. But back in the day, letters were anticipating finding gold.

No tears today!
I need to edit this one. It needs tweaking.
Yet I thank you, Indie. For the encouragement.
I’m still trying to get my writing skills top notch. It never ends though huh.

Beautifully penned, Mark. A great read my friend. So glad to see you here. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a new read for me. Love against all odds.
Truly an epic love journey.
It’s the one thing that withstands the test time if you’re lucky.
What a great way to end my evening:)

A hauntingly beautiful elegy of love and war. This poem folds devotion and devastation into one breath.

I love how the moon becomes witness, both executioner and promise, while the language blurs history and intimacy into something timeless.

The tenderness feels earned, sacred even, amid the ruin.

“The moon is hanging, behind the trees” right from the start the vivid imagery paints all these emotions, like brush strokes on a canvass.
Great work.

Much appreciated Wally, This is one of my favs actually. Because I used to be deployed a few times during my Army days, and the thoughts and feelings are real in how our minds wander when we are taken away from certain homeward realities.