Comments received on poems by nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)
INK STAINS
orchidee said:
Good write N. I know it, you were writing poems with a fountain pen at the bus stop, then it rained, and caused ink stains, cos you had to wait so long! lol.
August 22nd, 2026 12:48
orchidee said:
Good write N. I know it, you were writing poems with a fountain pen at the bus stop, then it rained, and caused ink stains, cos you had to wait so long! lol.
August 22nd, 2026 12:48
INK STAINS
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a beautifully sorrowful piece, Norman. The writing space becomes both sanctuary and evidence of absence...filled with imagination, yearning, and everything left unsaid. This one lingers, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 22nd, 2026 11:03
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a beautifully sorrowful piece, Norman. The writing space becomes both sanctuary and evidence of absence...filled with imagination, yearning, and everything left unsaid. This one lingers, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 22nd, 2026 11:03
INK STAINS
sorenbarrett said:
Lonely is the feeling here a relationship separated by space and time. Well written
August 22nd, 2026 04:08
sorenbarrett said:
Lonely is the feeling here a relationship separated by space and time. Well written
August 22nd, 2026 04:08
MIRRORED GAZE
arqios said:
What a fearful thing it could be and equally wonderful to lose oneself inside another person\'s perception of them. Sorrow and judgement are probably the most challenging of terrains to be caught in such a gaze. I have been personally caught without escape in such a gaze and understand it in some way.
August 21st, 2026 20:09
arqios said:
What a fearful thing it could be and equally wonderful to lose oneself inside another person\'s perception of them. Sorrow and judgement are probably the most challenging of terrains to be caught in such a gaze. I have been personally caught without escape in such a gaze and understand it in some way.
August 21st, 2026 20:09
MIRRORED GAZE
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a haunting poem, Norman! The speaker seems unable to recover himself directly, so he searches for the person he once was within someone else’s remembered gaze. The road, the wine, and the accumulated remorse deepen that sense of an identity lost yet still painfully preserved. Excellent work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 21st, 2026 16:34
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a haunting poem, Norman! The speaker seems unable to recover himself directly, so he searches for the person he once was within someone else’s remembered gaze. The road, the wine, and the accumulated remorse deepen that sense of an identity lost yet still painfully preserved. Excellent work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 21st, 2026 16:34
MIRRORED GAZE
orchidee said:
That\'s us two, that second verse, attempting to walk to town, as no buses, and it being enough to turn us to the bottle! lol.
August 21st, 2026 07:37
orchidee said:
That\'s us two, that second verse, attempting to walk to town, as no buses, and it being enough to turn us to the bottle! lol.
August 21st, 2026 07:37
MIRRORED GAZE
Lorenz said:
Reflective echo in the mirrored eyes .A fascinating form of synesthesia !
August 21st, 2026 06:17
Lorenz said:
Reflective echo in the mirrored eyes .A fascinating form of synesthesia !
August 21st, 2026 06:17
MIRRORED GAZE
sorenbarrett said:
Eyes the mirror to the soul. In this poem the reflection is of another. Nicely written Norman
August 21st, 2026 04:35
sorenbarrett said:
Eyes the mirror to the soul. In this poem the reflection is of another. Nicely written Norman
August 21st, 2026 04:35
A DUSTY BOOK
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What an atmospheric piece, Norman. The forgotten volume, empty corridors, distant movement, and half-heard voice create a world where memory and haunting become indistinguishable. This is beautifully gothic, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 20th, 2026 20:45
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What an atmospheric piece, Norman. The forgotten volume, empty corridors, distant movement, and half-heard voice create a world where memory and haunting become indistinguishable. This is beautifully gothic, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 20th, 2026 20:45
THE WATCHER
RSM0812 said:
One of the best angel poems i have read in a long time
August 20th, 2026 06:57
RSM0812 said:
One of the best angel poems i have read in a long time
August 20th, 2026 06:57
A DUSTY BOOK
sorenbarrett said:
So interesting Norman I had such a dream day before yesterday and was trying to put it to words with ill effect yesterday and today you write one of the same topic. Nicely worded yours tells that dreamlike feel of not know what is real and what is dream. Nicely done my friend and a fave
August 20th, 2026 03:34
sorenbarrett said:
So interesting Norman I had such a dream day before yesterday and was trying to put it to words with ill effect yesterday and today you write one of the same topic. Nicely worded yours tells that dreamlike feel of not know what is real and what is dream. Nicely done my friend and a fave
August 20th, 2026 03:34
A DUSTY BOOK
Lorenz said:
I love these old books that hold the dusty memory of the hands that turned their pages...
August 20th, 2026 03:12
Lorenz said:
I love these old books that hold the dusty memory of the hands that turned their pages...
August 20th, 2026 03:12
A DUSTY BOOK
orchidee said:
Yes, some dusty books, maybe from second-hand shops - makes my eyes sting sometimes when reading them.
I thought your book might turn dusty, waiting at that bus stop reading it. lol.
August 20th, 2026 02:31
orchidee said:
Yes, some dusty books, maybe from second-hand shops - makes my eyes sting sometimes when reading them.
I thought your book might turn dusty, waiting at that bus stop reading it. lol.
August 20th, 2026 02:31
POWDER MONKEY
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a devastating piece, Norman. The violence is immediate, but the deepest wound belongs to those left grieving while powerful men turn slaughter into legacy and profit. Sadly, humanity still has not learned. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 19th, 2026 18:05
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a devastating piece, Norman. The violence is immediate, but the deepest wound belongs to those left grieving while powerful men turn slaughter into legacy and profit. Sadly, humanity still has not learned. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 19th, 2026 18:05
POWDER MONKEY
orchidee said:
Good write N.
If we believe in evolution, there\'s monkeys too at that bus stop. Some have evolved into humans while waiting! lol.
August 19th, 2026 07:20
orchidee said:
Good write N.
If we believe in evolution, there\'s monkeys too at that bus stop. Some have evolved into humans while waiting! lol.
August 19th, 2026 07:20
POWDER MONKEY
Syd said:
Hi Norman, such an awful life it must have been. Working as a powder monkey will have been a dangerous occupation. I live not far from Hartlepool whos people famously hung a (powder) monkey.
- Syd 🍄
August 19th, 2026 05:20
Syd said:
Hi Norman, such an awful life it must have been. Working as a powder monkey will have been a dangerous occupation. I live not far from Hartlepool whos people famously hung a (powder) monkey.
- Syd 🍄
August 19th, 2026 05:20
POWDER MONKEY
sorenbarrett said:
I know what they were and a sad image is created by this poem under a ironic name that evokes initial mirth. Well written my friend
August 19th, 2026 04:36
sorenbarrett said:
I know what they were and a sad image is created by this poem under a ironic name that evokes initial mirth. Well written my friend
August 19th, 2026 04:36
AS ANGELS PASS
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, this moves beautifully across the threshold between sleep and waking, protection and uncertainty, death and the hope of continuance. The final procession leaves the whole piece wrapped in solemn mystery...powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 18th, 2026 21:38
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, this moves beautifully across the threshold between sleep and waking, protection and uncertainty, death and the hope of continuance. The final procession leaves the whole piece wrapped in solemn mystery...powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 18th, 2026 21:38
AS ANGELS PASS
orchidee said:
Good write N.
So it\'s come to this now - no buses in our earthly lives. lol.
August 18th, 2026 04:45
orchidee said:
Good write N.
So it\'s come to this now - no buses in our earthly lives. lol.
August 18th, 2026 04:45
AS ANGELS PASS
sorenbarrett said:
This poem carries a somber note as if in a minor key. It feels as if it were a dirge and Mozart\'s Lacrimosa were playing. Nicely done my friend.
August 18th, 2026 04:30
sorenbarrett said:
This poem carries a somber note as if in a minor key. It feels as if it were a dirge and Mozart\'s Lacrimosa were playing. Nicely done my friend.
August 18th, 2026 04:30
BROTHER
Goldfinch60 said:
So sorry about that Norman, I cn understand how you feel as my wife died from dementia.
Andy
August 18th, 2026 01:18
Goldfinch60 said:
So sorry about that Norman, I cn understand how you feel as my wife died from dementia.
Andy
August 18th, 2026 01:18
BROTHER
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, what a tender and heartbreaking portrayal of love enduring the erosion of memory. Identity fades, but the brother’s loyalty remains constant and asks for nothing in return. This moved me deeply, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 17th, 2026 18:56
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, what a tender and heartbreaking portrayal of love enduring the erosion of memory. Identity fades, but the brother’s loyalty remains constant and asks for nothing in return. This moved me deeply, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 17th, 2026 18:56
BROTHER
orchidee said:
A sensitive write N.
Meanwhile - at bus stop we met brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, everyone! lol.
August 17th, 2026 10:06
orchidee said:
A sensitive write N.
Meanwhile - at bus stop we met brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, everyone! lol.
August 17th, 2026 10:06
BROTHER
Lorenz said:
I worked for several years as a care giver for people with early-onset dementia .what more can be said ?
August 17th, 2026 09:57
Lorenz said:
I worked for several years as a care giver for people with early-onset dementia .what more can be said ?
August 17th, 2026 09:57
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