This is sweet. I like how the person was getting exasperated and telling him to stop killing those June Bugs.

It’s sad about the cracked june bugs, but it appears someone now loves the narrator more than the one who won’t go to see “Three Dog Night” with him. (That seems to date you and make you about my age?) I like sweet, innocent tales like this.

Nice write Fia.

I’m not sure if time even exists in the universe…..seems like a human construct.

Unfortunately some live in snow globes. Frozen in the same memories and misfortunes.
A well written, thought provoking poem, with a good concept. Well done, Fia! “)

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

Chère F.,
How have you done this, with almost each line/sentence a different perspective.
You always seem to surprise me and it looks like maybe it’s surprising you that you do.
What a lovely way to start a new week!
Love it to bits!
Warm greetings, Gus

To me, time as a gift. None of us knows, how long their lives will last. I think, it is most important to use the gift of time we receive to find out who we are, why we are here and how to live a life in harmony and at peace with ourselves and all of creation.
A well written and meaningful poem, dear Fia!

No idea

This is really good and there is nothing wrong with living on the edge.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like those two stanzas a lot as well. Always thankful for your continued support. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, H. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Those are some pretty terrific memories you listed, sometimes that world seems a million miles away, especially for those who lived it and try to keep it alive in our words. I always enjoy your commentary and your continued support my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Just trying something different. Appreciate you.

Damian

Dreams are casting doubt once again
It sometimes seems it’s so deliberate
Like a stiff jab landing across the chin

Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.

I walked through this one like the aisles of record stores, and frantically scribbling in my spiral bound notebooks, and trying to survive in a world full of so much that sorting it out became impossible…so we just chose live in the music and the words. The conversations that felt monumental then…come back today and feel even more incredibly relevant. But we hadn’t thought of them in years. Like the binding of time through word and thought. So hard to feel those moments in a time like now, when everything is fake news and nothing can be trusted. You took me on a journey here, my friend

Great vibe on this one, nostalgic but also fond of warm memories.
Nicely penned.

Old days without doubt are better, the world today is more fake and less human, and those with high empathy will suffer more, it’s alright to be who You are and to express your sadness and despair my friend. Take good care of yourself three too 🤍