I enjoy walking my dog as well.

They are innocent and lovely companions…

I’m finding it more difficult to get away from real life and its problems that grab me by the arm and pull me away.
I get it.

That second stanza is fire had to sign in to comment. It would had exploded with one of your art pieces. Tight

I stole that solitude line from a poem I wrote on DUP. Solitude is a remarkable life quotient. Grab it when you feel it and cherish it …

It’s dark these days on our morning walk…
❤️k

Yes, I put a light up collar on Onyx so she’s easier to see … it helps
Disco Dog

Beautifully penned, Speak. Nothing like a walk to think things through, you know figure shit out. It’s nice to have a companion come along for moral support. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Those little moments captured seem so simple but they can be quite profound. I haven’t walked a dog in years, but there’s a peacefulness to it that I still remember. Neither of my remaining granny cats would ever submit to a walk. Drop over like cadavers if you put a harness on them. Cats…

I love the quiet of the dawn.
Very few people out.
Mostly joggers, people walking their dogs and and nurses going to work.

Poems sometimes come to me on these walks.

Personally I think it’s my best poem DUP ceased operations ….

Nice.

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

Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

It’s good to to be able to keep up with site developments, thanks again Fia .. Neville 😎👍

Great info Fia. Thanks!

Thanks, Fia. You keep us all well informed my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Very cool