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

Damian

Chère C.,
You hit hard.
And every blow a hit.
Don’t know which source you are getting from.
Seems like I’ll never tire of it.
Warm regards, Gus

There is a way you have of taking us inside, where we see and feel what you’re expressing. Not to the depth you do, I’m sure, but this one is potent. Beautifully aching. I can feel the pressure of the words trying to escape the heart, the chest 🧡

Well now, this is superb. Probably one of my favs of yours now. I’m interested in what inspired it. It has a great deal of weight being shifted from line to line, as if you can’t settle it in one spot. A heaviness lingering, perhaps.
Well done, Crims.

I love abandoned buildings and urbex, places that have personality & soul. It really makes you think about all the stories and feelings that haunt those rooms long settled into stillness and the quiet noise of slow decay, so much like those old folks now mostly forgotten.

Fantastic, and abandoned. Excellent.

Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend, your choice in accompaniment fit your words nicely. You have an ear for it in fact. Nicely done as always. I dig this a lot. Appreciate you.

Damian

Art at its best. We’re lucky to have you here Willow.

Now it matches you. 🙏💖

Willow, I hardly know what to say. It is a great honor to have something named for me. I am doubly pleased that it is a decaying old thing which — no, this is not an insult!– that it creaks, with unspoken stories and strangely unseen secrets; the wind does whistle through my cracked windows, my friend, and curiosity still burns with undying heat. another story is always waiting. Yes, you couldn’t have painted a better picture of me with a camera. Thank you for this lovely, lovely gift!
FD

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Such an amazing tribute my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Really sad piece and we could see this while reading, Sad Lady

This is so very touching, Brenda.

You are very welcome.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Such a heartfelt write that pulled at these old heartstrings my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Writing helps, remembering happy thoughts are healthy, suppressing afraid of darkened pain is a negative. Be healthy Lady and never forget, just don’t live in the pain

Oh, this is good, Damian.

There’s a song in there somewhere.Obviously in a minor key.

Great write🤘

I would be bored with the norm as well. This is good Damian

Powerful writing, my friend.

First this can be both a poem and a song, it has the beat of a song. Second, You said in your note that instead of thinking wiser You rolled with it, but truth to be said your poem from first line to the final is all wisdom. For me this is a monologue with the inner self to make sense of what is not sense, To be aware of everything that happened and what is needed to be changed, the “had enough” and welling to breaking the patten of the same repeation is felt in the final verse, your poems always has a personal feeling and that make them special.

Oh damn, that last verse hit hard. After each of the other verses, it became a hammer of defiance. I’m not sure I believe in a norm. It always just strikes me as others expecting you to be more like them. Meet them at their level because they’re too lazy to move. To evolve. No thank you. This is another strong piece. And I think just rolling with it worked out beautifully, my friend

Nice.

Powerful work, my friend. Vivid and sharp.

Damian when the illusions melt away and the masks are gone there is a great since of liberation as well as sadness. Not fitting in can make one feel alone but at the same time emancipated from a lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole. Truly great poetry here, my friend. You have given me the reader a glimpse into a life that is honest to oneself. I am most enriched to have read this.

John