Beautifully penned, S. Lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I love the whole ceremony of it. Preparing the tea.
It’s another form of artistic expression in my opinion.
We have a dojo where I work that was a gift from Japan.
We have a koi pond too. Yes, the fish are from Japan too.

It’s very peaceful. Even the pic!

Wow, that was very heartfelt, and I like it when you said to tie your shoe together, throw them over the limb, let them know you’re taken. (Aww) Nicely done

Remember when kids would throw their old shoes, tied together, over a power line? usually near their own house. “Oh, there’s Johnny’s shoes!”. That was what I thinking of when I added those lines. Sort of a “I was here” type of thing.
Thank you Fia!

Tremendous work.

You’re a great poet and a very lucky man.

Beautifully penned, Mark. Such a lovely and heartfelt write my friend. So glad you and Adel both share your stories with us. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian

Styxian, this poem, the two of you (in the comments) made me laugh out loud! It was the laugh of pure joy and appreciation of the warmth that flowed freely from your words and especially from the shared feeling of love. A “Hummingbird” may flit and fly everywhere, but they always come back to where the love (nectar) is the sweetest. It’s where they build their home. This poem and its confession and commitment tastes/feels like HOME.

Truly a really cool poem. I’m glad you shared it!!
-Curt

It’s a beautiful gift the two of you have found. A lot of people only find more pain and damage online. Cherish what you have and nurture it as you did this lovely heartfelt poem

What a real treat this turned out to be .. Write on brother .. Oh’ and I so love a happy ending .. Bestest of best regards to all those implicated .. Neville 😎💛👍

I love how this poem captures that mix of vulnerability and joy in love. The hummingbird fluttering in your heart is such a perfect image–fragile, alive, and full of hope. It feels intimate and really heartfelt.

How sincere, sweet, lovely and emotionally this was written! it leaves for sure a happy smile and warmth in heart. I was immediately drawn from the first lines, good poetry does this! Don’t fear expressing anything with her, strengths and weaknesses… and all else, sharing makes the bond stronger! All The happiness for both of You💕

I have found through the years, and many poems I’ve written, that the closing verse is most significant. It is the last spoken words of the poem that the writer bequeaths us with, like the last page of a book. It’s meant to catch our breath. As this does, overwhelmingly so.

Hey Kelly. I have two huge flaws when I write, one causes the other. In that I carry on too long, many times, by not knowing how or when to end a write. So sometimes they become long as hell. At least I hope they can be rewarding to read at least. As we all hope with our own writes.
So thank you for the positive note. It does matter.

The darkness of the pic truly matches the piece. We like the idea of dark love we think it’s truer more pure. There is no existence or love without some shadows

Hey Me… glad you liked it

wow this is deep and dark ❤️

In the silence is violence…
Like inner thoughts crashing like meteors in the brain?
This is a thick, gripping write. Like grabbing shoulders and shaking them to see.
Good stuff. Strongly worded and built solid.

You had me at hush blushes!
And the accompanying pic went great with the tone of this write.
Something about how grainy it is and the texture.
Matches the write perfectly.

Brilliantly penned, S. Amazing write per usual my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I felt that last stanza like a sigh. This is beautifully written. Good to see your words on the page again

This is why one must travel. The doorway into inspiration while being surrounded by the culture.
Japan is on my son’s list , mine too!
Thank you for sharing:)

We remember you waking crazy hours to work in the early morning hours, and this isn’t written to sound like we shared the same bed. This is just something we remembered from DUP. We’re still drooling over all of your travels, but to read you is a trip within itself, tight.

Such beautiful imagery–the lanterns feel alive, carrying both memory and impermanence. The poem glows with quiet reverence.

Beautifully penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Creatively done Adelly. I like the metaphors within this and the addiction related idea. Nice!!!!

Hey there Tim!
Of course I find a typo! Hahaha
It’s always after I post!

Thanks for checking this out buddy.
Just wrote today:)

Beautifully penned, Adel. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Crisp… resounding… well done my dear

This poem brilliantly captures the allure and danger of obsession. The golden imagery makes the craving feel vivid, intense, and almost irresistible, while the tension between desire and self-destruction gives it a haunting edge.

Excellent ink my friend and subsequently awarded the dubble thumbs up and a gold star .. Neville 😎👍👍⭐

Great piece.

It’s cool how you left the golden addiction nameless to the end but alluded to it throughout. I’m a moon girl, myself. The sun hates me. 😂 This was beautifully executed!

A wonderful romp.

Hahaha. I love that!
I’m glad you enjoyed the romp amigo!
Stay cool Adagio!

Hey there. I’m the guy in the back, late, but clapping along with everyone else. LOL
Awesome write, Del. It’s a tinge on the darker hue of mood, but it isn’t depressing. It’s actually like a scowl towards the sun, knowing you have to face it. That’s an underlying strength. Which you have!
Great stuff young lady!

love buddy? OMG it sounds like a reality show ! You ready? I told you that you have natural star qualities. Time to show up!

Cool. I’m your tin man babydoll.
My gal pal! My funk punk!
My grammarly mammories!

Tremendous work. I relate.

Love love this one! there is something special and alluring about it, (the sun was my omen) is a line that sticks in the head! All this poem reminds me when there is so much emotions and feelings, overwhelming and overflowing… and You don’t know what to do with them, You look at the sun and all You feel is You wanting to be it, wanting to expand with no end! Fabulous Bright Poem ✨🌞✨