hello beautiful poetess a very heavenly verse ❤️ I was enamored…

Even starlight loves to wander as it shines. Beautiful piece

Beautifully penned, S. Lovely write my friend with spectacular imagery. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oh wow…I have no words sufficient to place here…

Truly rhapsodic poem of iridescent beauty. The night sky was never more mesmerizing than when scribed by the artistry of your quill.

John

Powerfully penned, Nick. It’s not crying wolf my friend. Creativity is cycles and a huge fucking circle that spins like a merry go round brother. When I was a younger version of me I thought about quitting everyday. It doesn’t happen everyday anymore, but the thought will linger from time to time. Sometimes we all have to take a break and find the next path that hasn’t been traveled yet. I call it being stuck between chapters, actually I just made that up. lol. And right on cue the writer in my head is always there. All I’m basically saying is don’t be so hard on yourself my friend. It happens to us all, it’s the one experience we’ve all shared in our creative journey. I think you’re an incredible writer who just needs to reset. Stop thinking about writing completely for a little bit, believe me the itch always returns. Hang in there Nick. Best wishes brother, I’ll see you further down the road. Appreciate you.

Damian

Our good friend, Damian, is absolutely correct. Be gentle with yourself, let it all go for a while and fill up your reserves. Everything, especially creativity, goes through periods of ebb and flow. Perhaps like a great and deadly thunderstorm your next poetic wallop of a write just needs time to build.

Keep the ink wet, my friend!
Clay

I can say with certainty, you made yourself felt in your words. Your love, your passion, your compassion. It’s all there in your writing. I’ve felt your good spirit in it all. I’ve shut down a time or two, thinking it was done. If hitting pause is needed, we’re all still here to greet you with hugs if you return. And if you don’t, you made a lasting impact, my friend. Take a beat, take a breath and follow your star

I want to say everything will become better. Being that bone aching tired, that even the doctor tells you that you are ok is relatable.
Baby steps to finding a way to feel ok.
Very open poem.

Powerfully penned, Nick. Excellent write my friend. It’s not fun getting old that’s for sure. Amazing flow and wordplay brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

That state of overwhelmed exhaustion seems to be running rampant these days. Everyone I know is always tired and I stopped checking news…it’s so bad these days, they bring it to you. And yeah…getting old sure ain’t for sissies!

hello dearest Benny I have gone periods of time searching and wondering sometimes getting answers I rather not have… sometimes ending up with more questions great write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Peter. This is an incredible write my friend. I think age is a big factor when it comes to people. It seems we awaken more once were face to face with our own mortality. That’s just my opinion though. Great depth here, your writes always makes me ponder. That’s a good thing my friend. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi hoi Peter,
in the Netherlands, i know of someone who titled his book ‘Geen boek’. Translated: No book.
The absurdist humor behind it is that it is still a good present, for people who want No Book for their birthday. And that group of people increases every year.

But instead of wild humour you present us with a very intelligent piece of work.
It is very intelligently written and (my opinion) a very good idea to give these things a thought now and then.
Also very intelligent: I promised myself to keep a better look out for the writes you post.

Love it!
Kind regards, Gus

That feeling you have, that consciousness is some fundamental, egoless energy, is powerful. It echoes ideas like panpsychism or non-duality. It’s the attractive shortcut around the “hard problem”: if consciousness is always there, we don’t need the brain to magically create it from scratch. My mind will sit on this for a while… thinking of driving down Bulli Pass in the fog/mist and spending a chilly winter day at Austinmer. But it’s the wrong time of year for that and I now live hundreds of k’s away from Illawara.

Good old Austiner….lived there back in the day…when men were men and sheep were nervous.Too expensive there now.

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

Damian

Sensual and somewhat sad. Well done.