Poignant to the point of poetic perfection Thomas .. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍👍

This has a immense warmth to it.
Much enjoyed.
regards
james

Hi Thomas.
I completely agree with Nev.
I also liked how you specified 12 years old.
Gave perspective to the reader.

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend, this one pulled at these old heartstrings of mine. Amazing work. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hello Thomas. Your writing pulls me in every time. As though I’m standing right by you, living through what you wrote. Marvelous description, memorable write.

Beautiful write. The ending really got to me. Thank you for sharing.

I appreciate that.

First you took us to a memory. Then that last line. And that is the reason the memory matters. Beautiful. I knew mine wouldn’t live long, still hurts he’s gone

I can hear the ring of youthful sorrow, for sure. Even then your writing was excellent, my friend. Talent is apparently timeless.

I sense the merging of poetry and song .. it seems even back then you had something of a golden pen sir D .. Neville 😎👍

DAMN! If this is your 1st poem, this is excellent. Has a lyrical flow. Nicely said my friend.

Oh! This is damn good.

Wow. Fantastic.

Your talent was there from the beginning. Great metaphorical poem, Damian.

This made it to my book cuz. Beautifully done.

Damien with an edge! I dig it.
It has a great rhythm and flow.
Thanks for sharing something you hold dear.
It’s not always easy.

Damian your poem is as lyrical as it is deep. The idea of fear as a lover is a brilliant metaphor and I could really hear the melody of your words. Loved the creative flow here that took me into an exquisitely unfolding song.

John

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That was what was so cool about it to me as well. “Fear as a lover.” Spot on my friend, Right back at you.. Appreciate you.

Damian

What a splendid start of your poetic work, dear Damian! Fear as lover is an impressive and convincing personification. Like a lover, fear can accompany us until it becomes part of us. Your talent from a young age on is undeniable. Great work, my friend!

The darkness is shown, but it’s the kind of darkness that fills the silence and quietness after a sweep of pain. there is numbness and there is the teenage intense feelings and his mind, the mind that feels that no one understands him. This reminds me with Nirvana.

There are those who say we have to overcome our fear. I contend that it serves a purpose…and we move despite it. I will shamelessly admit that life has left me half terrified of my own shadow. But I’m still chugging along and doing the things. This was a brilliant piece. I’m not sure I would call it dark though. Maybe smudged around the edges? First poem? Damn, my friend…

This is deep, Thomas. Great writing.

Powerfully penned, Thomas. That’s it in a nutshell. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This has got that certain ouch factor Thomas .. so ragged & real .. write on sir .. poetry needs you .. Neville 😎👍

Ouch. There’s a lot rolled into this one. But the short pieces seem to be the most hard hitting, I’ve found

A great truth compelling as it is dark.
Regards
James

With an original touch and a Bukowskian pen you gave us a sip of yourself. Well done, Thomas!

Fantastic piece. Well said Thomas.

Thanks

Thanks

Wow this is powerful! Honest and speaking the truth as it IS, maybe in that way it opens more eyes to see.

That damn wind told her secret. This is good. I enjoyed it

Great writing and images. Love it.

Perfect imagery…..at least in my head.

Great write.👍

Superb work.

Nice. How many of us have written of such a view! Your version is wonderfully attentive without being overtly sexual. It’s about the simplicity of the beautiful construct of her anatomy. Admiration.
Well penned.

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