This feels like the opening of a horror poem. Nicely done

powerful poem dearest James ❤️

Thanks for reading
Regards James

Dear K,

For me, I appreciated the sense of loss in such brevity. Those quiet whispers in nature say so much if only I could understand the language. Terrific write. H🌷

Thanks for reading.
There is a magic on the wind through trees and waves and grass
regards
james

Tragic, painful, sadness. This poem has so much hurt but brilliantly written Brenda. Great!

Powerfully penned, Brenda. This one tugs at the heartstrings my friend. I can feel the hurt in your words. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

With lost things can never be the same, but you can still move forward. Sad piece Lady

The last stanza is brilliant. Love it and the poem. Great work!

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Preach my brother, preach! You nailed this out of the park. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Awesome.
Indeed, it’s that little angel/demon upon our shoulder, compelling us to write something, anything, to relieve the pressure of wanting to say something to the void. Life?Love?Pain?Loss? All of it.
Your write is terrific. I think we all write “for ourselves”. yet to have someone acknowledge our words does mean a lot. It makes us feel like it does matter, after all.

Excellent ink & Not a single drop wasted .. Neville 😎👍

Thank you, my friend.

Yep. That’s just the way it is. We create because that’s how we deal with the world.

That last stanza…is everything. It’s never about accolades. It’s because we must. Damn…

So true.