rickscorpio
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If interested, Bookmark this poem. By Monday (I hope if I have time) using the A.I. suggestions I will edit this, and post the changes along with footnotes on how each stanza was transformed to fantasy based on the real life events that took place. more »

Powerful tale, short and to the point. LOVE IT!

This poem really hits home for me. Since losing Brigid (my wife), it’s been tough, but the love we shared and the memories we made are like "my song" — they’re what keep me going. When the grief gets heavy and the days feel dark, thinking of her brings a little light back, like she’s still here turning my skies blue. It’s bittersweet, but it’s comforting, too. This was a diamond in the rough for me, and a lucky find.! THANKS! G.L. Too. more »

This one really hits deep—the feeling of being replaced and wondering if it ever meant anything is so raw. That hope at the end, though, turning pain into something beautiful, just sticks with you.

Wow, your poem is so raw and evocative—it’s heartbreaking but also incredibly brave to put those emotions into words. The way you captured the weight of such a dark experience is striking and leaves a lasting impact. It feels honest in a way that’s hard to look at but important to read. You’ve got a way with words that really makes the emotion come through more »

I really like this poem—it feels so serene and hopeful. It captures the beauty of nature and how life finds a way to thrive, even in tough conditions. There's something comforting about the imagery of the seed being carried by the breeze, almost like it's guided by fate. The idea of landing in "broken gneiss" and still blooming into something golden is such a nice metaphor for resilience. It leaves me with this warm feeling, like no matter how rocky things get, growth and beauty are still possible. It’s simple but really profound. more »

I know the feeling, when I was younger, I loved how dr. sues wrote as well as got into where the sidewalk ends by
Shel Silverstein, loved the rhythm and realized if it slow down, I could write out events in my life using the same style. more »

I like how this poem weaves together the struggles of starting over and the memories tied to a place like Alamar Avenue. It’s raw and relatable, especially how it captures those fleeting connections and the weight of moving on. more »

I really like this poem; it captures how something as simple as the scent of a loved one's clothing can bring back so many memories. It reminds me of my late wife and how I gave her clothes to her sister, thinking it was the right thing to do. But now I realize those clothes carried her essence—their scent, their touch—things my pets and I still miss deeply. Reading this makes me wish I’d kept just one piece to hold onto that part of her. more »

Your poem beautifully captures the majesty and mystery of the ocean—something I've yet to experience in person. Reading your words makes me feel like I can almost hear the waves and smell the salt in the air. Thank you for bringing the ocean to life through your vivid imagery! more »

I've never been to New York, partly because of all the negative things I've heard about it. But your poem captures a fleeting moment of beauty and magic that makes me believe there might be a time when the city feels truly enjoyable and safe. Thank you for offering such a vivid and hopeful perspective! more »

Thank you so much for your kind words and heartfelt wishes. It means a lot to know my poem resonated with you. Happy Holidays to you and yours as well

Thank you for sharing your thoughtful perspective. The concept of the two 'I's is an interesting way to explore the layers of human experience, and I can see how it might relate to moments like the one I described. While I hadn’t considered it in that light, I view what happened as deeply personal and something I’m still processing in my own way. I appreciate your insight—it adds an intriguing dimension to think about, even if I approach it differently. more »

Thank you. I had to concede. I normally am not a "spiritual" personally although many believe I am. However, this event was unexplainable. I've been obsessed for days taking pictures of that tree at the same time, same lighting, same boring setting on my phone, yet they always turn out to be just a nice looking "Target" lighted tree. I don't know what happened that night, and I gave up trying to figure it out, and just accepted it: Maybe she was there that night in her own special way to "...help decorate the tree with me."
Thank you for your kind words! more »

Thank you!