Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. The seductive spider that calls you back again, to seek more of the elixir that feels like home, only to start the cycle over again. Your an incredible storyteller brother who knows how to paint a picture. Appreciate you.

Damian

Superb contrast between the innocent vulnerable hapless victim and the absinthe and the thieving whore. God, you’re on fire, Thomas.

Like Jenny from Forest Gump; perhaps she can be reformed. LOL.
Your prose is spot on. The descriptive elements set a shadowy stage, highlights are found in the wording.
Great atmospheric build.

Your writing is remarkable. The details and atmosphere are always spot on. Nice work!

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Hahaha, it happens, but it’s not just street girls that rob those pockets. Do you know the greater manipulators and thieves some times sleep in our beds. The descriptions within your pieces are as always tight

Thank you. Much appreciated.

All you wanted was to write. The repetition of that statement lends itself to the idea of an escape hatch from something. And Jenny wanting a room, also an escape hatch. And that damn bottle of absinthe turned it all inside out. Loved the spider reference. Come into my web…

Lol. Thank you.

Very nice. It has such a warm glow to it, even though it describes the opposite (initially). Your details are great at creating the atmosphere. Picture perfect scenes.
Good to see you posting here, btw.

Hi Mark! I’ve been having trouble with formatting my poetry to single space. I don’t like double spacing. I was told to hold down the shift key while hitting return, but it still double spaces on me. Any suggestions are welcomed. Thank you most kindly for your visit today and the warmth your compliments bring!

Beautifully penned, Kelly. This is an excellent write my friend with amazing imagery. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, Damian! Your kindness is greatly appreciated!

Chère K.,
I hate winters, specially when, as in most Dutch winters, the sky is grey and it’s raining.
But your poem resonanties with me. Maybe this is what winters should be!
Love it to bits!
Warm regards, Gus

Winter has been a hard season this year for most of the states in the U.S.. Artic cold, snow and ice have made it more like living in Alaska. Spring couldn’t arrive sooner for the smallest of creatures having to bear single digit temperatures at night. Thank you for your visit, Gus. May the warmth of friendship get us through our winter’s bone!

Dear K,

I enjoyed the dichotomy of this piece greatly. The blanket of snow in the pictures felt like the blanket under which you hunkered 🙂
The photos are lovely. And worked so wonderfully with the calm tones in the poem. Terrific write. H🌷

Your detailed eye caught my intent! The photo, of whom I forgot to mention, is by Andrew Wyeth. I thought it complimented my poem beautifully. Thank you for your visit and kindness, Honoria. Good to have your presence here!

Passionately penned, Thomas. Beautiful write my friend, can’t go wrong with Van Morrison. Appreciate you.

Damian

This has a nice build to it Thomas. The wait and the mind, taking you where the body wants to go.

A lovely detailed piece. As Damian also said, Van Morrison is the king! GREAT!

Bloomin brill good sir and I most definitely aint talking fish .. Neville

Well, damn. From the tedium of the ticking clock to the eruption of passion upon her arrival, this was a held breath piece! Damn…

Thanks. You are great.

This is no other way. That is so true you need to keep going forward while the euphoric feeling is there.

“Death walks beside me,
slow, patient,
hands in pockets,
whistling something,
like it’s got nowhere better to be.”

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Really dig the stanza above but it was all amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Great work, full of fire and grit.
Regards
James

Thank you.

The way you describe death walking beside you with his hands in his pockets, like he’s not worried because his time will come as it always does in time and he’ll be there for it…all wrapped up between the moments of gorgeous nature unfolding around you…this is a masterpiece! Also, there is a distinct feeling of tiny death found in witnessing something so incredibly awe-inspiring beautiful. Brilliant

You are fantastic. Thank you.

This is freaking deep and introspective.
This really got me “still be someone? And not someone?”
I took it as can I still be a person and just not another number.

Hey, my friend…This one aches with honesty—the kind that doesn’t clean itself up or ask for forgiveness.
It’s messy, human, and brave as hell, the voice of someone still standing inside the wreckage and telling the truth anyway.

Oh yes…..I’ve heard my poems read by machines…it’s hideous.

Oh, I’m a sucker for free verse. The way this flows. The unapologetic confessional narrative. This is bold, brave, vulnerable. It is all soul, and I love every line of it. Thank you. Very powerful.

haha. Lydia Deetz. Beetle is my man, or maybe it’s my childhood crush on Michael Keaton that has me thinking this. He is and always will be my Batman. I digress. I very much plan on reading more of your work. Sometimes I simply read and like, but since I have your permission, I will definitely offer my feedback. You can look at any of my posts and critique them. In fact, I could do with some critique of my last post. I’m thinking of polishing and publishing it. I know it’s rough, and I have thick skin. So do your worst.