Trains and Nostalgia

Wow! Bloody good! You're such a deep-thinking writer! Wish I could do this well.

I like how you compared yourself to a mushroom because you feel you as a poetess is shrinking. Your description is beautiful and heartfelt. Well done

I loved the image of shrinking like a mushroom in a pan and sitting next to a man white with age and not being able to tell who had been on the earth longer.

This is one of those so-called powerful poems. This is just heart touching. I personally relate to every word. It feels as though the writer, "Yakari" built a character in this poem that lives in every single poet and writer.

Your opening stanza is to moving, how you reflected your fight in keeping the poet in you.

A very lyrical piece. The closing stanza is so sad, and so rich with honesty and rawness.

Well done..

"He is white with age but I swear I can't even tell which one of us has been on earth longer."
May I just say, this last line is a stroke of brilliance. A deserved win; well done.
Ben