Powerfully penned, Tim. This write hits like a freight train with it’s direct delivery my friend. A very chilling read. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Tim I love that she became one with the galaxies finally free ❤️

I admire the character at play here.

Some delicate details, very insightful imagery.

Lots to explore within the stanzas.

Carefully written, I enjoyed it. x

Tim you take one of the darkest moments in life and write it into a liberation. You have the consummate poet’s gift to transform this ending into a new beginning.

John

This is very powerful. Great work

Very beautifully written, you inspire me

My funny valentine is a beautiful song. It’s something that sticks in the mind. I like how you said that a painter may hear it. That could make is day go easier. Nice piece

I remember this one. It is so good. Top tier writing, really. It could be in any creative writing book out there. I think it’s my fav of yours, and perhaps your best. Excellent.

hello dearest Tim you’re obciously of great taste…I feel your pangs on this rainy day painted so beautifully ❤️

Beautifully penned, Tim. Such an excellent write with amazing storytelling and precise imagery my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

You spread imagery like a true artist in this one. A painter could never touch it. You took us there and settled us with that song in that café and created a moment forever breathing

Tim this is one of the most evocative and emotionally strong poems of have read on the Beat poet experience. I have read much Kerouac, Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, and many others and this poem takes me into the heart of their world but written in retrospective from a much later time. Truly this is a work of great poetic art that refreshed my spirit on how much I loved reading those writers from yesteryear.

John

Really great work. The depersonalization of our world. Moving words.
Regards
James

wow this sounds like a relationship and how you feel within yourself in it great write ❤️

Thank you, Crimsin. 🙂

This has me thinking about my dad. This is very good Tim, I like this alot

On point, Tim. I love the reflective nature of this. It has powerful meaning on its own, as a read for us too.
My father died slow, and quite aware of it all, til the end. I was his friend more than his son. But it was crushing just as much.
Your write is outstanding.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. This one pulls at the heartstrings. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you for your thoughts, Damian.

Tim, I felt this in the marrow of my bones deep in a place I haven’t visited in so long. Truly a deeply felt poem with a melancholy beauty that was perfect for this night’s reading.

John

This captures the way memory frays at the edges. A tender, aching piece.

Don’t be afraid of the silence.
Talent is permanent and you have it.
We all dry up for a while .

Powerfully penned, Tim. We all go through those spells my friend, it’s the life of a writer it seems. Be patient with your muse, sometimes they get fickle, but usually come around when it’s time. Hang in there brother. Maybe this write can help you start to break through the barrier. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, ntd. Welcome to the site.

Silence can be deafening when we’re used to words and inspiration. The world is heavy right now, pressing down on creativity. I always find that not trying to look at it directly has a better chance of making contact again with the muse. I’ve been here, it is scary indeed

Well I for one am glad you are back. For two, writing tends to play hide and seek.
Eventually it will tag you amigo!
Don’t stress about the dry spell.
Enjoy life and the day to day stuff we take for granted.
Inspiration just might be found there two.

Hang in there buddy!

When I am stumped, I read several different pieces from a few writers that continue to inspire me. It usually works.
Yet, we all have that lull of course. It’s a breather from the mental tasking perhaps? At any rate, you will find a moment I am sure, to share a gem of yours with us. Hang tough!

Every poet hits that dry pond sooner or later—the mud cracks, the frogs go quiet, and you think the water’s gone for good.
But the fact you’re scared of the silence tells me the well’s still yours—it’s just waiting on rain.

Tim, I too have been through this. I believe your gift is still as strong as ever, it was just waiting for the right moment to resurface. You never lose the muse. This poem itself is an example of how you can take an emotion or feeling and make it into art.

John

Wow awesome. As the person said Don’t be afraid of the silence, I know it can be scary but it won’t hurt you. I personally learned to deal with it and eventually you will too.

Great work

It’s sad but beautiful words too. Sometimes there is no words to express. Except the silence around you. In silence our eyes see enough inspiration around us when there’s no sound , no voice in a small spot. Good write..Keep it up 🤗