“A familiar voice wears a bitter grin”
I can clearly understand your excellently expressed words, dear Damian. Such songs can trigger an endless loop of depressing thoughts. But they hold also the potential to make us aware of the shadows in our soul and help us to heal them.

This is free flowing thought is deep. It is amazing what the mind will produce at any given time.

There’s nothing worse than past regrets. If we could only get it right the first time it would alleviate so much. But life doesn’t allow it. Sad but true. Good one, Damian.

damn it dearest Damian this is great ❤️

Great rhymes, awesome message. Well done my friend.

” Listening to those old songs again

They speak of pain and past regret”

Yeahhh. I get this. The older I get the more I resonate with
those Truth Tellers of the past

Thorough work, Damian

much respect

Naaj

This hits with the weight of memory that refuses to soften, each line carrying its own ache. I love how the poem lets the past speak plainly—no sugar, just the raw residue of living.

Oh the layers in this one. It’s interesting how old songs can take us back to a moment and it’s fresh again, but we’re able to look at it through the eyes of hindsight. That’s where regret comes into play. Without hindsight, we don’t know there’s anything to regret. I sit with old tunes sometimes just to remind myself where I am, because of where I’ve been. And then I change the music and carry on. It’s all we can do. But those old ones… Feeling this one, my friend

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
When the Words of the painting get rough for a non native speaker,
The beautiful artwork help me along….

Love it to bits, needless to say!
Warm regards, Gus

A stellar write from a wonderful poet.

I didn’t say you were wrong, punk! The proper name is “Paint Horse”. I agreed! But there are some who call it painted horse too. So perhaps that’s a lesser name or something. I just go by what I research, I don’t judge.LOL.
You’re saying I’m wrong just to build the drama on a slow night.
Dont make me bring the BaBoom! on ya!
Anyway, lover, your write…
Wonderfully dreamlike, even if in day. That “zone” that we settle in, for creative moments. It’s addictive to want to stay there half a day!
You described it well. And my dear, we are immortal for as long as we are around! What a blessing!

I remember a certain dream you were telling me about today! Pillows were thrown! Hahaha
Yes, dreams can affect the awake state! I had to post!
And I am an avid dreamer honey. You know this too 🙂
Thank you for the snaps on my write!

But honey you love my drama! Haha
You are a great sparring partner. It’s kind of addicting.
Your wit and words, I love it and you:)
Fixing to call ya in a bit. My iPad is fixing to die!

yeah, that dream. And also our last baboom. LOL. Sigh!
Smooches!

This is a good piece. If I can go to bed as well and just fall into a dreamlife. That would be great.

Beautifully penned, Adel. Excellent write as usual my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

We’re aware of painted horse and through family of riders riding them not just to battle, but to the here after and into the dream realm. Your guardian into and our of the dreamweaver or afterlife. Great pieces lady with lots of imagery, we could see this, tight

This is a fiesta of dreamlife that ascends into cloud realms of loving bliss. I just felt the total joy here that comes as you rest your head to sleep and dream. This is how the best dreams come and you expressed this with great virtuosity. Truly a fabulous poem.

John

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Powerful vibes…

Most excellent…

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Tremendous work Brenda. Always a pleasure to read your poems..xo