What a lovely piece of writing Fia. Great rhymes, outstanding flow.

nothing wicked about this, but the sadness of it hits home here.
you display strength and insight.
thanks for sharing.
🙏💚

Yes a little sad but we think of life as a little calloused and the piece fits. Tight

Chère F.,
My heart jumps up a little, when I see you’ve posted one of your beautiful writes.
And this one is a wake up call for me. I’ve never given much thought about my hands as is done here.
It reminds me to work harder in my allotment garden.
An allotment garden on the edge of Amsterdam? Some people have all the luck huh?

Great poem.
I’ll be looking out for the next one.
Warm regards, Gus

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

While the reader can not fail to get the message that both runs throughout and underpins this epic post, the penultimate and summative lines are surely to die for .. Write on sister F .. Neville 😎🌻👍

Such a bittersweet piece. The ache and yearn…and the stepping back. Totally felt

This is some vivid, intense scenery you painted here, Fia
Your words flowed very well for my eyes to follow and my mind to absorb.
Just lovely….

Magnificently sensual and breathtakingly passionate. I could feel this encounter unfold through your vivid and powerful telling that brought me into the depths of the hearts of these lovers. And that closing with the calloused hand withdrawing made for an ending to be remembered, my friend.

John

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Could feel the hurt in your words my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

An awesome, bittersweet and heart touching poem, dear Crimsin! Brilliantly written!

Most excellent, my friend. Keep on touching my heart.

How is it fair to find the perfect one so long after finding your one true love, is it fate showing a sense of humor, Tight

Brilliant

Beautiful. Only you can write these sad pieces with such delicate precision.

Passionately penned, Tim. Great storytelling my friend with a very relatable story. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brilliant work.

There’s nothing wrong with this, so i don’t know what you were wary of?
it’s a great little short with big implications. Where is part two???

I’m glad to see it end on a happy/hopeful note. Having been a lonely guy many times, I’d say this fellow’s thinking is right on. I’ve always thought there must be lonely lady for me out there somewhere, if only we could meet. Nice writing–I like your stories.

Tim, you painted loneliness in the city with brilliant brush strokes here, in an emotional train ride that will not be soon forgotten by me. This is what great prose can do. it is felt deep down in my heart and soul.

John

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

Damian

Hoi Chère C.,

If I may quote you:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos

Don’t we all?
I embrace the thought in real life.
There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.

So:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Is the cherry on the cake.
Just my opinion.

À lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus

Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.

Clay

There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.

While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.

Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.

Curt

I really like this dearest Benny great photo too ❤️

The mind is a trip… I much enjoyed this one

Powerfully penned, Peter. Another excellent write my friend. The mind is full dusty corners, nooks, and crannies where secrets often hide. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian