As we read this we think of our darkness and how it hungers always for more. We constantly watched for the slightest weakness, even inattention is a weakness. But to have it’s icy call within our darkness and acceptance, deeelish

Hoi hoi Chère C.,
Love the write.
And love the artwork too.
Kind regards, Gus

This reads more like a short story then a poem. I love it. The darkness and moodiness crawls into my skin. As I read, I love the atmosphere you created with your words and with the image. Marvelous Brenda. xo

Father, I confess to ink the silence, haunting the moonless nights. Well done, Brenda.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Benny good afternoon this is a morbid thought but I live in the country and while outside the flies were driving me nuts and it occurred to me we were walking carcasses and the little bastard was looking for a way in while I was yet living… what happens at a funeral you are right I just hope by then I am onto better things this is a great write ❤️

I was tasked with doing several military funerals back in my Army days. It is extremely somber. And, the occasional one after the military years. I’ve always tried to think of it as a celebration of their life. Sometimes it’s how we get through such things.
Your write is a really good “on point” of how it can play out. And how you built the scenario earlier.
Who knows, man, who knows. best we enjoy it while we can.

Powerful piece my friend. The wording and the flow of this poem gives me a chill and makes me think of my very own existence. Marvelous write Benny.

Thank you for allowing my ink to splatter, Brenda. I don’t know why we don’t team-up more often. My dirge is available even in the throes of my tuna casserole.

This is good. The flow is nicely done. Nice job to both of you.

When I read your musing, a quote of Friedrich Nietzsche was the first thought that came to my mind: “You must have chaos inside to give birth to a dancing star. “It’s exactly the chaos, the self doubts, the questions upon questions, the deep reflections at night which give birth to a dancing star of inspirations writings and deep thoughts. Great work, dear Damian!

This is a good piece of musing, Damian.
This is so true
“Timid people constantly read the room

While they study the human psyche “

Amazing piece Damian. Thank you for sharing 🙏

I think it all comes from being wounded too many times. I identify with this very much.

Wonderfully written Damian. Well said. Keep up the great poetry my friend.

Dude, I’m not timid at all and yet I still read a room! I am extremely observant of my surroundings. It’s a crazy world yaknow!
Your write is a crowd of personalities, interesting in each of their ways. The rhyme makes it flow really well. It’s carrying a beat all its own. Well versed Damian.

hello dearest Damian this is excellent I can relate to the searching and lonliness of not being satisfied with pat answers ❤️

It takes so many approaches and responses to survive these days. And not the least of which is temporary retreat and regroup. How do your pieces always seem so relevant to every moment? Prophet, I’m telling you. Keep assembling the pieces of the puzzle, my friend

There’s a real honesty here in the way you weave survival, wisdom, and self‑doubt into one puzzle feels deeply human. The closing admission about chaos being “demanding” hit especially true.🙏🏻🕊️

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite stanzas as well. Thank you for your continued support my friend, right back at ya. Appreciate you.

Damian

Reminds me of the matrix with the red and blue pill. Either face reality or live in fantasy.

Great ink friend.

Damian you formed this into a great poem of rumination. Very much loved the way this unfolded. So much wisdom in your words. Truly great poem my friend.

John