The way you structured the poem it looks calm then increases with intensity just to calm down again. There is so many twists and turns in one life that it is impossible to get the nuance of it. Between the government and the churches and the societal acceptance of things that should not be accepted. Very interesting write

This one hits like a freight train of memory, madness, and raw observation—gritty, sprawling, alive with every sense screaming at once.
I love how it doesn’t just tell a story; it drags you through the chaos of life, pain, and revelation, leaving you dazzled and unsettled in the best possible way.

I like how you put in there I am not sure you meant to tell me because sometimes things slip and they were never meant to be said out loud. Lovely

eternally lovely, your poetry, HJx

hello dearest Damian thank you graciously for the love on this ❤️

Simply sexy and classic

It is a bit musical. I wish for a better day, each and every day. That deer lost in headlights is so true

I agree.

Thank you for putting it into words so eloquently.

Got my foot tapping away from the off to the end and back again .. Nice one too sir . Neville

Damian the fire in the eyes of those zealous followers of the pied piper elevated to guru status is painted in your poem with fire and smoke. Truly a smoking great poem that is as strong emotionally as it is rhythmically. You have real talent my friend.

John

I can identify with this being I’m turning 64 soon. Life is how you look at it. Your strength in this shows your positive view about yourself. That’s called wisdom. Great writing, Willow.

Ahh but the mind is a fearsomely powerful weapon we often use against ourselves. Thank you, Peter

I never thought I’d be one to age gracefully. When I was young I thought for sure I’d fight it tooth and claw. But here I am, looking backwards and smiling forward. I don’t know what the days will bring, but I know what the years have brought. I’ll face them with a cup of something hot and a determination to make the best of them. Thank you, my friend

Thank you, Thomas 😊

Incredible! It’s like she doesn’t want to desecrate her sacred holiness even though it begs her to give in to human desires and lust so she transforms back into smoke. Really incredible poem and picture, Crimsin.

Nice! Enticing and not tacky at all. This is pure poetry, Crims. You did a great job with it. And what a pleasure to read it.

Passionately penned, Brenda. An amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian