Comments : Slowly Saturated

  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Blown away by this Ben. It's always a huge pleasure to read through your poems your rhyming and visually moving emotional prose is dazzling. Milly x

  • 2 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Quick thing: "wrecklessnes" should be "recklessness"

    But wow, how can one respond? I think the rhyme and flow of this piece gave some implication of "ease", so to speak, yet there's this knowledge and burden that the person holds, spilling out these truths and unable to be heard or moved out from under this trepidation.

    This reminded me of how there is more to depression than simply a negative perspective. You mentioned the absence of care. The discovery of merriment, of trying new things, is gone. Wiped out. You perfectly, and sorrowfully, expressed the current state of feeling powerless. Not able to overcome, just a product of ruins almost, when you can't even imagine "hellos", only "goodbyes".

    Well-worded, with a great deal of depth, as always. Take care, sending my best to you as usual.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you so much, MA and thanks for picking up that rather reckless spelling mistake!

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Meena Krish

    The flow of thoughts and feelings in this piece floats above- what I meant even though after writing they should sink and disappear for ever, but it's not going. It's like a reminder to be there. Heartfelt words...take care