Very nice work even if something may be lost in translation.
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Beautifully penned, Kelly. Excellent write my friend, really dig the imagery. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

My one and only reply. Thank you most kindly, Damian. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly!!!
A huge 💥CONGRATULATIONS💥 to you on your excellent Win! 🏆

No one paints wondrously vivid, deeply emotional, metaphorically enthralling Free Verse imagery more magically brilliant, via the endlessly colored medium of creative articulation ⁓ than YOU!
And, no one’s poetry excites and enthralls my depths more thoroughly than Yours. You’re a True Master Poetess – in every sense of the words. I’ve always enviously admired your incomparably original skills with a pen.

Your first two verses alone made of me a living, breathing voyeur to the captivating ambiance and verisimilitude in your moment’s reality … I mean, truly, I was there ~ even when the snow began silently falling.

I couldn’t be prouder of and happier for you, Dear Kelly, always … hugs! ⁓ Richard🖌

You and I go back quite a way from posting on the WC together …that’s what makes this review even dearer to me! And here it is, Thanksgiving morning…and here I am giving thanks for you! xo

Wowzers! This was great!

“my heart became a voyager to the past”

Some writers don’t need (don’t use) huge words to try and hide their mediocre poetry with glossy accessories. You don’t.
You are incredibly effective talking to the reader in a language we all can follow fluidly. That is skill. You have it.
Truly rewarding reading your material every time.

I was anxious for your review. I am now wearing the smile you gave me! Thank you!

There’s a quiet enchantment here—how the simple act of listening becomes a journey, a communion with voices long gone. I love how the snowfall mirrors the unfolding of the words, each line falling gently yet leaving a lasting trace. The poem makes memory, literature, and presence feel alive at once…..Great to see you here.

Thank you, Thomas. Your insight into my writing this is quite complimentary. So kind, indeed!

The interesting thing about this one to me, is that there are people who call themselves “of faith” and use the rhetoric but don’t walk the walk. I was reminded of so many of those people…especially in the current atmosphere of the world…they speak without real understanding and definitely no faith. As a man of faith now, I imagine you recognize the difference. As one who hadn’t come to that place yet, I’m not surprised you still called it out. You always take me somewhere with your pieces…often on a rant. This one is no exception, my friend

Powerful work. You nailed it.

As someone who lived under violence of many types for years, l can understand your intense words and feelings, for me I couldn’t lose my Faith at any circumstances, my belief is that the humans must believe in something( I’m not speaking only religiously) so they can move on in life without being completely lost.

“the body is a temple
and we all abuse it”

I was touched by these lines, many many times we are not treating ourselves kindly. This poem is touching. Thank You my friend 💖

It comes exactly when it means to. Sometimes when we’re not looking. Beautiful poem

Both beautiful and brilliant… and when it’s unexpected it’s more fulfilling and overwhelming… and… right.

I see this as someone discovering the blue green glass for the first time. Interesting poem, Fia.

I see it as a discovering of the truth about someone close.
It’s a great write however I interpret it.🙏

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I love your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

good morning lovely Fia this went from beautiful to dark carried out by the frothing sea so poignant ❤️

Beauty brought fore by abrasion.
An important truth of nature I believe.

Chère F.,
Pollution in its mildest form.
An environmental poem in disguise.
See? That’s the fun of it. To write something small and everyone had his/her own ideas about it.
Pure genius, no matter how you look at it.

Keep ‘em coming please…..
Warmest regards, Gus

Excellent analogy…beauty often disguises danger for the unwary

Very mysterious and philosophical.
Regards James

I love the way glass goes from sharp and dangerous to soft and smooth with the passing tides