Where does one belong!
Cheeky Missy said:

What I cherish about that line diminishing the speaker to the status of \"disposable,\" is that one of my managers several years ago deliberately went to the trouble of informing me that, \"you\'re disposable, you know--\" like, duh. Ergo it\'s \"funny\" hearing the argument presented as if it\'s successfully damning. My own perspective is that of course there\'s not a person alive who\'s not disposable, despite loved ones and clients who may well feel they cannot bear to face the world without that individual\'s effects. Is it a generational malaise that we struggle with a sense of unattainable dreams and worthlessness? Else why do I hear this from you, when I mistakenly believed I alone suffered this? But enough of me.
Beautifully rendered and evocative with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

July 26th, 2025 13:09

Where does one belong!
Tristan Robert Lange said:

I can feel the hurt in this, Friendship. The ache in these questions...unanswered, unresolved...reverberates loud and clear. You’ve given voice to a pain so many of us carry in silence. Truly, an excellent job, my dear friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

July 25th, 2025 12:10

Where does one belong!
sorenbarrett said:

So hard to stand alone against the waves and try to hold back the tide. Harder still when hope and dreams like sand washed out from under ones feet leave one adrift. When caught in an undertow and taken far from shore to swim against the current and see the land of dreams can not be reached as strength fails. Yet never give up swim out of the current and one never knows when a boat may give a helping hand. A poem of despair and lost hope of loss and yet the darkest hour is just before the dawn they say. Courage is measured by the adversity it faces

July 25th, 2025 09:42

Fly
Cheeky Missy said:

Wasn\'t it the very same critter which saw Aunt Polly giving Pollyanna a pamphlet on the dangers of such creatures on our health, the latter turning that reproof into a game? And living on the Colorado prairies saw my father hanging long, yellow sticky tongues of fly-paper over our kitchen table to yield relief, these collecting the pests until their corpses joined our dishes on the table below. All this for a pesky fly. Prettily rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

July 24th, 2025 19:21

My only friend,my best friend,
Cheeky Missy said:

How sweet, what a lovely dedication to your unknown brother. Thank you for sharing. Beautifully rendered with a haunting poignancy and excellent imagery.

July 24th, 2025 12:26

Nature is Calling.
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My friend, this is stunningly beautiful. Every stanza feels like a doorway...not to escape the world, but to remember we belong to it. The line “a language made of whispering green” especially got me…like the forest finally answered back. Beautifully done. 🌹👏

July 23rd, 2025 20:38

Nature is Calling.
Poetic Licence said:

A wonderful write with beautiful imagery of the great outdoors, when we are children the world and the outdoors is one big playground and we get out into it as often as we can, but for someone reason when we become older we ignore the beauty of it or just forget its there, waiting for our return, enjoyed the read

July 23rd, 2025 09:50

Nature is Calling.
sorenbarrett said:

And so you are. A poem of nostalgia and seeing the world different than what it once was. A happy and glorious place full of joy so well imaged in this poem. And although the skin has changed on this world of ours the heart remains the same it is us and our blindness in growing old that has changed. Byu putting on our childhood glasses we will be able to see again the beauty that surrounds us and the joy of life.

July 23rd, 2025 03:36

Fly
NafisaSB said:

what a blessed relief when it finally flies away - here in the monsoons we need to swat them too - i rarely succeed, and my husband rarely fails - lol

July 22nd, 2025 00:56

My only friend,my best friend,
Tony36 said:

Excellent write

July 21st, 2025 17:27

Fly
Tony Grannell said:

Relentless in their pursuit, to annoy and irate, could vex a bishop into profanities. A perfectly woven poem about this pesky little critter. Excellent!

Kind regards,

Tony.

July 17th, 2025 14:05

Fly
Poetic Licence said:

Loved it, I know they are only little but aren\'t they annoying, very entertaining and humourous read

July 17th, 2025 08:31

Fly
Soman Ragavan said:

What is remarkable is that such a tiny creature can end up annoying us, pestering us. It appears that the whole human abilities cannot be harnessed to catch that thing. It keeps darting from place to place.

July 17th, 2025 07:13

Lost time!
Cheeky Missy said:

Funny, that\'s a rather new one, a watchmaker who can\'t repair a timepiece? Well, learn new things every day! Pity you lost a favorite jewelry piece thus. Mine didn\'t last forever either, sadly. Excellently rendered with lovely imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

July 16th, 2025 14:45

Lost time!
Tony Grannell said:

Hello Friendship,

Toying with one\'s patience to the point of exhaustion. It\'s a form of torture, especially so in this poem, ironic that the culprit is the watchman, the repairer of time, as it were and here he is waisting your time. The poem in itself is excellent, rhythms and rhymes perfected throughout give the poem a motion that welcomes the reader to each line as it drifts above the mockery of its subject. Superb!

Kind regards,

Tony.

July 16th, 2025 09:09