Quick Fingers
orchidee said:

Good write N.

December 18th, 2024 03:36

Quick Fingers
arqios said:

And there are them with shorter fingers that do wonders it breaks the imagination!

December 18th, 2024 03:10

Like Butterflies in Snowstorms
Dan Williams said:

My sympathy to the \'butterflies\', kudos to you for a fine write.

December 18th, 2024 01:01

Like Butterflies in Snowstorms
Tony36 said:

Excellent write Nevilie

December 17th, 2024 10:27

Like Butterflies in Snowstorms
arqios said:

The blizzard said it all… or did the deed! (Shivers) ❄️ 🦋 💀

December 17th, 2024 08:21

Like Butterflies in Snowstorms
sorenbarrett said:

The complexity and different layers of your poems astounds me, They mirror the complexity of human relations and because of this require several readings just as do human relations themselves. As each layer is peeled away another is seen beneath. This poem is no less and you attract the reader\'s attention with the title that reveals what lies beneath the skin. Another wonderful poem

December 17th, 2024 04:23

Ways of Falling Out of Love
Goldfinch60 said:

I have never fallen out of love Neville.

Andy

December 17th, 2024 02:47

Ways of Falling Out of Love
Thomas W Case said:

Superb work.

December 16th, 2024 17:07

Ways of Falling Out of Love
Tony36 said:

Excellent write Nevilie

December 16th, 2024 10:51

Ways of Falling Out of Love
arqios said:

Cold Turkey or no turkey at all... so true. Having experienced both ways and some others in between.

December 16th, 2024 06:04

Ways of Falling Out of Love
sorenbarrett said:

This poem, as many of yours do, provoked a grate deal of thought and deliberation. Somehow you have a way of sparking what dry kindling lays stored in the brain and fanning it into flames. Nicely done

December 16th, 2024 05:11

Before Spill Kits and DNA Became a Thing
Dan Williams said:

So, just what is the stain concealing or revealing? Hmmm.

December 16th, 2024 00:55

Before Spill Kits and DNA Became a Thing
Cheeky Missy said:

Reality is a funny thing, isn\'t it? A few apertures for undesirable admittance can never quite trounce the more ghastly facts which cannot ever be denied, despite our best attempts. Murder may be rolled in a carpet and hauled away sans notice, as the urban legends say, yet Abel\'s blood is never as gone as the killer needs. Charmingly intriguing and excellently rendered with superb imagery and a deliciously haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

December 15th, 2024 14:54

Before Spill Kits and DNA Became a Thing
Tristan Robert Lange said:

This gets a big, fat FAVED! And that\'s alliterative too. As it should be for a poem of such brilliance...and the title, paired with the poem...wow! 🤯 And, yes, the cracks in the apex never seem to leave, do they? If anything they grow wider! And the idea that what is a stain to us is coveted by our neighbors. Again 🤯 Just...wow! Well done, friend! 🌹👏

December 15th, 2024 07:45

Before Spill Kits and DNA Became a Thing
sorenbarrett said:

I tried Neville, but my conscience wouldn’t allow it. This poem is far too good to go unfaved. The crack in my ceiling is showing light. The greater poet above is showing through. Far too many levels of metaphor are apparent in this poem. I bow to the greater light.

December 15th, 2024 04:49