That button is my favorite part. And it’s important too. lol Nice one, Thomas.

The innovation and imagination in your romantic poetry constantly enthralls me, you’re standout different, unique, Thomas xx

Passionately penned, Thomas. Excellent write with stellar imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Very nice indeed if you don’t mind me saying so sir .. Neville 😎👍

Naughty, naughty. XXX. Great write here.

I love how the poem tiptoes around the edges of definition and weighs in with description. This is perfectly executed! Apparently that button is everything

I think so. Lol

I’ve been feeling this much myself of late. There’s a sense of division, of isolation, being forced upon us daily. The atrocities come so fast and so hard we can barely catch a breath before the next hits. We have this vast universe available to us in the internet. And it’s that very universe that’s locking us away from each other – ironic, that. It takes conscious movement to stay connected with each other and our humanity. But it’s taking a toll. I love that you repeat that verse of needing to just go home. Enough is enough, we’re tired. Brilliant write, my friend

hello Damian this one hurts on a personal level my son in part duing to poverty and hopelessness drank himself to death at 37 he just wanted to be able to get his kids school clothes and other necessites I helplwssy watched on being relegated to poverty because of my poor mental health I fear a lot in this climate where people are driven to desparte meaure great write ❤️

Well, this being the first write of the year, you started out with a mic drop moment. We all must go home eventually, but before then, when are we going to come together and help each other? We do stay separated, and those who try to connect get accused of having a hidden agenda when all they want is connection. A sense that they are not alone. This is so good cuz.

This speaks of the poor, the homeless, to me. Getting them help is like jumping through hoops. The wealthy stay rich and ignore them. Those in power are absent. The government make promises, and forget them. Life in the real world is a gauntlet to be navigated. And so it goes….

There’s a raw, unflinching pulse here—I can feel the ache in each line, the weight of life bending the soul. The repetition of that fatigue hits hard, making the reader live every step of the weariness and isolation. Very powerful.

Your brilliance and talents shine in this very powerful & well written piece. Raw, revealing and so very real. Nice work Damian. Happy New Year!

This is excellent Damian & what’s more, I have been thinking along very similar lines .. Ragged & real just as it should be ..

This strikes us all to the core, unfortunately. it’s like we are skirting the line of endtimes. Every day I check to see if the next big war has broken out. When it does, America is in for a rude awakening. Obviously, the biggest complaint will be the even higher costs of living, and not the loss of life. Values are askew.
Your write is a keen testament to this all. We the people will be pawns, still.
Excellent visionary write, Damian.

I think everyone has their favorite time period. favorite line “In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words”

Beautifully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend I dig writes involving music. Cool photo, I knew instantly that was a young Robert Zimmerman. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi hoi @Visions,
What a lovely write!
And – assuming that you took the inspiration off the photo – what a lovely prompt.

I was taken back a bit when I saw the litter on the pavement. Let’s hope that that is remedied now.

If you’re a serious fan of Bob’s, you may be interested in other stuff than his music.
Paintings, train wagon, his record collection. I may be able to help you there.
If so, please send a PM or mail.
Not his own music, I must add.

I think your post is a very valuable one.
If you’re American:
Thank you.
In all other cases:
Keep them coming please.
Kind regards, Gus

Dear K,

Wonderful vibe. This piece had me thinking about each generation creating their own progressive ideas that will right the wrongs of the current one so to speak. But the 60’s…that generation was seriously like no other before, or after. Terrific write. H🌷

Once again you succeeded and writing and Article as powerful as meaningful on an important chapter of music history, Artists, and especially musicians were most often the ones to kick off change of social and political rules and customs. The Beatles and their generation initiated a real big innovation.
This is an outstanding article my friend!

I believe I read this on WC. It’s just as good the second time reading it. Your photo cements the character of the poem. A snapshot in time I wish I could have experienced. Dylan was a poet with a guitar. Excellent writing.

Myself, born in 1963. Let’s just get back there.

I can make great stuffed shells. Now I’m hungry. lol

Tastefully penned, Keith. I’m an Al Dente kinda guy as well. I love pasta and Italian food in general, but then again I really love Mexican food as well. Damn, I’m hungry now. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a very delicious poem, dear Keith!
I love Italian pasta – is the title an invitation?