Our balcony

sometimes for some (me) the transverse from dark to light is long and fraught with thought that creep like cold and are relieved by radiator heat or the comfort of love close at hand and intimate sometimes a cup of tea of a finger of what poison soothes I love the mornings walking to work under streetlights and then the lights go out and the sunrise is just there burning behind the clouds like summer dusk This poem has brought this forward and is a fine read Thank You Ink Dragon

I Love the picture you painted here for us, beautiful! _____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous

This is quite an intuitive write! I see it as a poem of hope, awaiting the rebirth of new thought-forms, a sure release, a new outcome on the well known night of the soul. Great poem, I like it! Sincerely, Hugo

Another dreamer in the night star gazing ... I can see you from here you painted it so well Nina .. beautiful write ... love and hugs Jayne x x

You write with a passionate nature and it is fresh and thought provoking. The images you have shared in this poem have given the reader a shared response and that is wonderful. Now for my two bobs worth, lol. I enjoyed this and yes, I too have sat on our, verandah, and watched the heavens pass by with a peace in my heart, so I am going to take this as a peaceful write. Glad of no writers block. Lol. Very good. Love Lyz, XX

I especially love the image in the first two lines a beautiful picture painted in my mind how I miss my little balcony... Kata

enda, patrick collins. i wish i had a balcony i love the image the picture your words bring to mind with the autumn eve clever piece i do indeed like this nice ,glad to have reaD IT , yours ziggy

yaay!

You have a special way of beginning and ending your pieces. You always do that with touch of éclat. Your ability to draw from nature to weave your lines put you in a class of your own. You treated the theme of hope so well and beautiful. Forever let your ink flow! Yours, Sinnbadd

has a baroque musicality to it which one would be hard pressed to find in most of the neo-formalist drivel which is published and celebrated in the contemporary poetry world. you have a perfect line here: "paint aquarels of hope on a canvas of relief." that line blew me away. right there. i rarely give out a full four stars, but this one deserves it. congrats. GB

This is beautiful and short and just stunning. Great imagery, reminded me a bit of a watercolour. Peace n love Katie

I know the feeling; hanging by thread beneath life's cruel hand. I wish a beautiful sunrise to grace each day with perseverance. ken

Turbid waters settling gently on your balcony. If there's a cold breeze these words would be the perfect pashmina to wrap ones self with...

This poem put pause to this morning, Nina. Simply beautiful. Thanks, Espen.