The world is an Orphan’s broken toy. Now that is a line, Thomas

We all want to be healed. That is the truest thing I’ve read today

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write, I relate to this one and concur my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, my friend

Well done, Brenda. I like this.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, I know what it’s like to sing the blues. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
Breath everyday – write everyday.
But then, i don’t have this nice artwork.
With the whole picture you draw me in.

Keep on keeping on, said Curtis.
Warm regards, Gus

Powerful work. Excellent.

You’ve strung together the notes of pain very well. Perhaps singing the blues can be just as cathartic as writing about them. We can only hope.

Those solem moods are tricky. We can’t always keep them locked down. And then others feel the dark coolness of their touch. Beautifully written, Brenda 🧡

I see this as someone discovering the blue green glass for the first time. Interesting poem, Fia.

I see it as a discovering of the truth about someone close.
It’s a great write however I interpret it.🙏

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I love your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

good morning lovely Fia this went from beautiful to dark carried out by the frothing sea so poignant ❤️

Beauty brought fore by abrasion.
An important truth of nature I believe.

Chère F.,
Pollution in its mildest form.
An environmental poem in disguise.
See? That’s the fun of it. To write something small and everyone had his/her own ideas about it.
Pure genius, no matter how you look at it.

Keep ‘em coming please…..
Warmest regards, Gus

Excellent analogy…beauty often disguises danger for the unwary

Very mysterious and philosophical.
Regards James

I love the way glass goes from sharp and dangerous to soft and smooth with the passing tides

Wonderfully worshipable

Very haunting and pure shaking.

Passionately penned, Brenda. Excellent write with dark undercurrents my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian