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Read Moreinside I crash into your energysmashing, cunted brillianceshining danger I can't resistinfidelity of the soulmy honesty is invaded by your darknessit seeps into my sorrowyour marred imageit makes me flinch what you call goodmiserable truth I hate the feelingof...
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thank you graciously dearest Damian forgive my late response I find myself slipping of as of late ❤️
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Read MoreShe left without a goodbye.As though our nest was no longercomfortable enough for her. As though from a high perchshe saw something, or someone,better than meand flew off. But life is funnyand often horrific. They found her among the reeds.Some human animal...
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Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you. 🙂
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hello dearest Tim this is very dark great write ❤️
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Thank you, crimsin.
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Wow! The whole write is moving but the line about having her wings plucked and her breath made off with, great metaphors for death. You have a great talent mister!
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Thank you, my beautiful friend. 🙂
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Read MoreRoll you hair above your neck let me fortress centuries of love bites upon your skin, where no warrior would ever dare cross our moat The ghost of Caligula haunts my city walls, my heart remains legion; my mind is a bruise which only bleeds kindness, forever chasing...
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I like how the poem casts Caligula -a figure known for cruelty -into a haunting, reflective presence. I feel intrigued and a little unsettled: his brutal history seeps through with a mild, almost playful sadism, yet the poem channels that darkness into a tender, romantic meditation on desire, resilience, and the quiet power of love. Beautiful.
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An artistic and intriguing comment. I lived in the English city of Chester for some time and it’s steeped in Roman history,. Think it may have had some bearing on this scribble. Thank you.
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Passionately penned, Ghosteen. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you D
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Effective personal storytelling through historical abstractions. Your words are both sharp and tender. Always glad to see you posting here.
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Many thanks B
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Read MoreThey flee and fly like jostling birds - or gray moths 'round a light. They pirouette in lazy rings - while frolicking in flight. Like gypsies, leaves will soon depart with tender thoughts for wind Soon to sweep and persevere - in lives undisciplined. Some will scurry...
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That’s very good Tim….very good
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Thanks very much, Peter.
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Beautifully penned, Tim. Sensational imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks so much, Damian. 🙂
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hi dearest Tim I loved the imagery ❤️
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Thank you, crimsin.
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I like how the poem captures the restless, whimsical dance of leaves…it’s vivid and alive. I feel a shiver reading it, both from its beauty and the fluttering imagery– of moths (which terrifies me! Lol ), yet it’s utterly stunning. The gentle, swirling cadence and the soft rhymes make the poem feel as airy and unpredictable as the leaves themselves, perfectly echoing their flight.
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Thanks so much for a great review, Romaj. 🙂
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The dance of the leaves as they pirouette to the ground is such a welcomed sight to see. Beautiful capture of such a wonder of nature. Good to see you here, Tim!
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Thanks Kelly. 🙂
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Read MoreUpon this path - where winter greets a footpath walker's stride a robin's voice affects me so for what I hear implied. He echoes language through the woods in words no man can say. Ensnaring thus my downcast soul to turn my thoughts his way. I'm curious...
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I like how this poem captures the quiet beauty of a winter walk and turns a simple robin’s song into something almost spiritual. I feel the mix of melancholy and hope -the way the bird’s call stirs thoughts of loss, yet also hints at renewal and trying again. Beautiful
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Nice interpretation Romaj. Thanks for the comment. 🙂
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Beautifully penned, Tim. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian.
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hello dearest Tim I had bluebirds in a recent poem I wonder about their symbolism mine was about love I wonder if yours is also great write ❤️
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Bluebirds symbolize optimism and happiness. Thanks for you comment, crimsin.
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Beautifully penned, Brenda. Love the depth and layers in this write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian