Faded blues

Beautiful offering, Kasai.  We all miss him here at DUP.  Your exchange was so inspiring to watch.  

Happy Christmas, my distant friend.  May it be blessed with peace and the new year prosperous in what your heart desires most.  🎄💝

Thank you so much wise one, he is a very inspiring man and though I feel a little lost without him, I know my continued writing would put a smile on his face, as did your very kind comment.

I hope the holidays were as amazing as you are kind...

They utterly have been, Kas. Thank you so much. <3

And, yes, I believe he is smiling. :)

Thank you sweet lady, as do I...

I feel this deeply Kas, I can feel along side you if my muse has gone astray

Our muse wanders away and we follow, such is the way of every writer here I suspect. Thank you Tim for wandering in to feel it along with me, I truly do appreciate it ...

You have always been one of my favorite writers here in the Underground, for your amazing expression of emotion and imagery. The sadness and longing are deeply felt in this piece. And those last two lines...I let the tears fall unimpeded, beautiful Kasai.

Sweet Willow, how very ironic that you have always been one of my favorites here too. Your caring heart shows through in everything you have written and you've given me endless smiles.

Thank you so much for your beautiful words and tears...

Beautiful Kasai - I have no words for this - instinctively upon seeing the title, I knew what this was centered around...your poetry captures it all with a visceral ache offered to us in the most tender way - just as you always have...you are both missed...individually and while collaborating...

Xoxo Taryn

That title...it seemed the perfect choice. I suppose the ache never really disappears, but I'd like to think he would have enjoyed reading this one.

I've missed your beautiful words, sweet Taryn,
thank you so much for leaving them with me...

Dear Kas’
I’m sorry I didn’t come in when you first published this (most of that day I was out of the city, but never mind). When evidence was all around for many of us to sense and then begin to see, being what I felt was an outsider, my only recourse, I felt, was to keep my distance as a sign of respect for your privacy. Whether this was a misstep or not, I have to say the moment I saw and read your piece minutes ago, I fell upon it and lamented the loss it represents to all of us, in our own unique crisis drawn from (for me) what I knew of my own history. Of all you’ve ever published on the site, this — this speaks to me as it passes through and between every atom of my being. I’m not worthy to say it compares with anything in my life. But if and until I ever write the equivalent in my own words from my own opus, then yours will fill my need, as it surely must others’.

With heartfelt hopes for you on your journey...

~Jade

Kind lady, thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a thoughtful comment. I apologize for the slow response, it can be difficult to find my words sometimes, but I want you to know how much I truly do appreciate each and every word...

Thank you, dear sister. You have nothing to apologize to me for.

from personal relations...youve gathered words similarly to stings which haunts my very soul,

as always doll, beautifully wrenching

Thank you kind lady, and what a perfect description. It was nice to see you here again, I do appreciate the visit...

You've said it all. I adore your last two stanzas! I look forward to more.

Thank you so much for
the kind words and vist Pandora,
I do appreciate it...

Ah yes, the king of Noir himself, Mr. John Feddeler.
He was a great teacher and somehow,
even in his absence, he and my muse
still manage to shake things up
once in awhile.
Thanks for the kind visit...

Beautifully forlorn, Teri 🍂
   Deeply within, your heartbeats speak to my own, gravitating throughout my very being in waves wondrously sad that strike penetrating chords, only yearning breaths of impending loneliness ever could.
   And, what a picture to slap one's senses with … my-MY!

 "My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,    
  how desperately I've searched    
  for that last, torrid line...  
  
  But all I found was you:  
  the most beautiful love poem I've never written"
  
(sometimes, emotion's impact exceeds the effusive realm of words).

Vicariously, Poetess, Supreme, I ache from the sheer bliss of your gripping poignancy.
Gobsmacked dolorously is the best I can leave you with … hang tight, M'Lady! ⁓ Richard 🍃

 You flatter me Richard, and I do so enjoy your comments, especially knowing that it has moved you in some way.
 I believe there is no such thing as perfect, but if there were, the perfect poem would be the one that moved us as we read it, the one that drifted through our senses and lives in the back of our minds under, 'favorites.'
Perhaps each of us will write that poem one day...

Thank you for another lovely visit, Sir Richard,
so kind of you to stop in...

T'would seem You already have, Lady Teri⁓*

Thank you Richard!

Nicely written piece and your wording was great. I enjoyed this..!! hey i love to write as well so please check my site poemtheart i hope you like it thank you..!

Your style is untouchable poetic sister

Incredible writing, Kasai... awesome poetic beauty!