Lost & Found

It seems like you start to experiment more. Which I like.

Onto your poem: I think it's an innate need to be found, saved perhaps?
This piece breathes hope and without hope we are lost 🖤

Haha Duende, like to the odd time and yes spot on, Thanks as always ❤️

I like the break you have and the title of the stanza's. Stars rain down and the night confides. Very nice line there, Pete.

Aww Thank You Fia, much appreciated ♥️

hello dearest Pete good morning I don't know if you're evolving as a poet or you are just being more open covering the deeper aspects of yous personality this is pretty fantastic...

Hi Crimsin, just like to mix it up every now and then, Thanks as always Dear and have a Blessed Day ❤️

Brilliantly penned, Pete. Into the list it belongs. A darker vibe on this one, my friend. I dig it. Appreciate you.

Damian  

Thanks Damian as always, much appreciated ❤️

Ahh man, this stirs so many thoughts. As Damian said, this is brilliantly written. There's such a powerful feeling in being found...by one's self or by another. And how frequently does another finding us help us find ourselves? See? Stirring thoughts...

Thanks as always Willow for your kind words, much appreciated ❤️

I actually really liked the dichotomy of these two pieces. The first half kinda reminds me of a Morrissey song - the streets being skin and bone and lost. There’s this beautiful bleakness there I so love about England.

I’m unsure where you’re located, I’m just talking about home for me and what it reminded me of.

Found was also a treat. I love the word drown - it’s dramatic and adds so much depth (excuse the pun) to the emotion.

Paired together, it’s short and to the point. Very effective.

Thanks for sharing.

-M

Thanks for your kind words, much appreciated,  I'm from Liverpool 🙃❤️

Ah, cool. I’m north-west too. 😌