Sugar skulls and dragons, haha that is a piece.

This is wild and intoxicating! It’s like a fantastical flight through desire, danger, and celebration all at once. An exploration of the tension between freedom and restraint, beauty and ferocity. The title even makes me think of those sugar marshmallow pops…sweet, colorful, and totally irresistible–mirroring how the poem balances whimsy with intensity.

Just the write amount of spookyness for the run up to All Hallows Eve .. and if I’m not mistaken a teensy taste of gentle & most tasteful sensualness too .. Very nice indeed Ma’am .. Neville 😎👍

Beautifully penned, Adel. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Look at you becoming a regular! What!
Hey, don’t forget who has hooked you up pretty good with Pandora stuff! Yeah, the guy with all the dragon tatts. LOL
I’m so glad that you’re taking some time to post in here. This one (and the summary, grrrr. LOL) is a fantastical read with oodles of imagery filling our brains. Clever and well thought out, lover.
We can’t neglect our writing! It’s our first bonding!

Did you just type the word oodles!! Hahahaha
That is so cute!! Guess what. I love you oodles!! Hehehe
Thanks for the love big sexy!

I love your dragon tatts. You have oodles! Hahaha. I’m so funny:)

MWA!!!

Ooohhh!! Hahaha. Speechless right now. 😅

Right on, man. Such an inspiring write! Addiction is very much like a ghost, haunting each moment of our lives. I am so happy you were able to push through and maintain. If you ever had any doubt, this poem is proof, that you absolutely do not need alcohol to conjure beauty and meaning on the page.

The last two lines in the third octet scream truth in my mind. Very, very wise.

Clay

Stay true to yourself and keep on pushing forward. Rock on dude!! Great piece of poetry

I love the honesty in this. What a purge of the soul amigo!
This has so much in it. It had its own evolution.
Just terrific!

That’s poetry for ya folks .. Bloomin brill my friend .. Neville 😎👍

“My pen became a sword
poetry served as pseudo armor”

Amazing how many of us are among this army. Accepting help is so hard. Especially if you’ve rarely been offered a hand. And we’re all kinda programmed to ‘suck it up’…like being human is a weakness. Stripped raw & flushing the wounds here, brutal honesty at its finest, my friend

This poem is raw, honest, and deeply moving. Knowing you wrote it just months into your sobriety makes it even more powerful –your pen becomes both sword and shield, guiding you from darkness to hope. A beautiful testament to resilience and the strength of new beginnings.

I don’t remember this one? It’s awesome! I like the liberation that it implies, because creative writing is indeed a form of freedom. This is a very strong write, Del. I can see why you love it so. As do I!
I’m so happy to see you posting in here. As some others are as well, I’m sure!
Smooch!

Yeah, I think I posted it on DUP before you were there. It was one of those writes that wrote itself.
I had the title. Just needed to write it. Thanks for you snaps on this write:)
You are wonderful:). Smooch!

Beautifully penned, Adel. Excellent write, again your imagery is crisp and precise. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hey Damian! Thank you. I’m trying to be online more. It’s been a busy year.
Thank you for stopping by. It is appreciated!

I love how this poem blends cosmic imagery with the deeply personal act of creation. The idea of writing with stars, leaving luminous fingerprints on an infinite slate, beautifully captures the timelessness and universality of poetry. It feels both expansive and grounded, as if the cosmos and the earth are woven together through the poet’s words.

Sometimes when I listen to music it gives me images and I was listening to The Black Keys the song was called Little Black Submarines. It inspired everything for this write!

Thank you for such a wonderful comment