Digging the ethereal feeling in this. Hope you’re doing well sir.
Nicely penned.

The poems are starting to appear in my brain jar again Wally

She gives me a lot to write about…

Stay tuned Wally

Hope all is good on your side !!

hello dearest Poet you are so sexy when you are being beautiful it’s great to see you ❤️

I don’t come here often Brenda but once in awhile a poem will come to me and I pen it. Sometimes I get excited that I actually wrote something again. On DUP they came fast and furious but now I have to wait for the magic to appear.

Appreciate your comment Brenda.
You’re so sweet
Thanks

❤️

Beautifully penned, Speak. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

The desire to write happens occasionally now and I’m grateful for it ..

Thx D

Listen to the messages. Keep writing. I enjoy it

Would’ve loved some of your artwork along with this piece, we’re all missing boxhead. Tight

Yeah, boxhead needs to get it together.
They’re comfortably numb and living the good life while their Master is working hard …

Thx Me

Stay tuned

Dear PS,

I feel ya on the process of writing since DU. I enjoyed this romantic side and ride. So glad your muse has spoken.
H🌷

Speak! Poet! Poetspeak, another great write. So nice to read something of yours again. Hold on to that inspo, it’s working in or favor. 😉

xx

It’d be my pleasure. xx

I love it, Brenda.

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

wonderful work my dear crim. always aspiring.

Perfection is your middle name. Excellent. xox

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. By the way you forgot an r in your title. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautiful work.

That last line had me sighing. Really nice work, Crimsin

Amazing! Can feel every word in this poem. xo

Amnesia, would be a lonely thing for a poet of the forgotten. This was exquisite, Damian.

Hello dearest Damian great write I feel this I often wonder if forgetting is a blessing or a curse ❤️

Tremendous work, my friend.

Damian, this is strong tonic. I could feel this in my bones as I read. This i the stuff of poetry that feels like strong whiskey on the tongue. Sad but great writing.

John

It is cruel when the mind slips and cannot grasp what you have lost. Food for thought.

Older age? I know all too well the fading of a few things within myself!
Yet you haven’t lost your literary touch! You are blessed with talent, that hasn’t ebbed. Thankfully we write down our material, no need to remember them from scratch! LOL.
You still can kick some ass with a pen, Damian. Wield it high!

Exquisite piece Damian. Well written my friend.

exceptional read! full of concise, vividly profound imagery…
a sense of melancholic unrest. ~ c

As you so often do, you stirred levels here again. I read this from the personal perspective of memories slipping. A sense of self lost in blips of time. I also see this as the world arena and how people have lost their sense humanity, their compassion, their community. Like the whole damn world has global amnesia. And I read it as literal amnesia from losing time in the form of blanks in memory from drink or drugs. Many layers, my friend