@TomDoolan The same experience happened to me when I was little. I used to rip my pants a lot, and then I would sew them myself. I enjoyed the experience; even my father entrusted the rips in his pants to my younger self, and I felt honored because of that. Thank you so much, Tom.
Comment is about Mom, This One Needs Your Hands (blog)
Original item by Yanma Hidayah
A very accomplished poem, Trevor. I went through a similar process (what a strange word) with my mum and recognise so much of the detail. I suppose that we gradually lose a little of what we are, but it takes some time to accept it. And some part of us never does......
Comment is about Mission Control (blog)
Original item by Trevor Alexander
Would you like to have luck?
I would like to find happiness.
Not just a cart but a big truck.
So that nobody knew loneliness.
So that the gains of happiness lasted,
Bringing joy and a merry laugh.
The time was not wasted,
Everybody had a full cup.
Would you like to have a palace?
I would love to find love.
I would never feel jealous
If I hear sincere MY DOVE.
I would always like to forgive,
To love sincerely and truly.
In any case, I would believe
The one who loves me fully.
Would you like to have money?
I wish someone would call me HONEY,
To walk with a smile toward the light,
And never know any fight.
I'd never hear the sounds of war,
I'd like the happiness some more.
I'd like for everyone the best of luck,
And not a cart but the biggest truck.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
Comment is about I'd Like For Everyone The Biggest Luck (blog)
Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska
Comment is about I'd Like For Everyone The Biggest Luck (blog)
Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska
James,
I love this, I just let it wash over me, not fully understanding its meaning, but enjoying the depth.
Marla
Comment is about Faithful companion (blog)
Original item by James R
Beautifully crafted David, and I enjoyed your delivery immensely!!!
For what it's worth, although you paint a bleak image - I found your message hopeful (beleive it or not).
Let us find courage, and do what we can 😉
Comment is about To see must be to speak (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
This was a great read Landi.
I found it simultaneously both ethereal and relatable.
Very enjoyable.
Comment is about fever (blog)
Original item by Landi Cruz
Yanma,
Reading your poem “Mom, This One Needs Your Hands” felt like walking quietly into a memory—one that isn't mine, yet feels so familiar. It touched something deep in me.
Your mother’s hands, patient and precise, didn’t just mend a bag—they stitched values, care, and presence into your life. And as you picked up the needle later on, mending your own rips, it felt like a silent, powerful legacy being passed on.
But it was that last line—your soft call for her help—that lingered. So human, so honest. Because no matter how much we grow, some rips in us still long for the hands that first made us whole.
Thank you for writing this. It reminded me that healing is a shared thread, and sometimes, we all need someone else’s hands to help us finish the stitching.
Regards,
Rolph
Comment is about Mom, This One Needs Your Hands (blog)
Original item by Yanma Hidayah
Thanks for likes: Red Brick Keshner, Holden, hugh, Manish & Naomi. 👍
Comment is about Destination Unknown (blog)
Original item by Tom Doolan
A different time - I had patches on my trousers as a boy. We now live in a throwaway society.
Comment is about Mom, This One Needs Your Hands (blog)
Original item by Yanma Hidayah
Ha! You might be right David. It definitely taps into some interesting territory.
Thanks for reading.
Comment is about GREEN WITNESS (blog)
Original item by Naomi
Flyntland,
It means a great deal to hear that the sensitivity comes through in my poems, across different subjects.
I'm so glad you connected with this particular one and that you found it beautiful.
Thank you for taking the time to let me know.
Comment is about GREEN WITNESS (blog)
Original item by Naomi
One of your best, I think, David. It stirs emotions in the reader, as a good poem should.
Comment is about The infinity of consequence (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
The binary matters of politics keep us busy while our instincts take a dive...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JHYIGy1dyd8&pp=ygUIdGhlIGZpeHjSBwkJfgkBhyohjO8%3D
Comment is about The infinity of consequence (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
You could imagine George Smiley pottering around, I suppose. A man of few words. He would probably be quite good at dealing with leeks.
Very well crafted poem, RA.
Comment is about 007 In Retirement (blog)
Original item by R A Porter
Couldn't agree more, Landi.
Thank you so much.
Comment is about Mom, This One Needs Your Hands (blog)
Original item by Yanma Hidayah
There must be no greater endeavor than to repair what has been damaged by the decay of time..it is as the return of a hope in danger of being forgotten--the redemption of a spark of light )
Comment is about Mom, This One Needs Your Hands (blog)
Original item by Yanma Hidayah
- on "potted plants" - Thank you so much, @Rolph - so glad there was some use to that use of potted plant emoji and its periodic repetition. Very much appreciative that you took the time to journey with the poem. There is a poem there in your considered comment on the process of thought. And yes, it hardly ever is about the plants at all, in a metaphorised landscape. Thanks again and most welcome. 🌹🙏🏻🕊️
Sincerest returns,
Freds.
Comment is about Rolph David (poet profile)
Original item by Rolph David
Thank you so much, @Rolph - so glad there was some use to that use of potted plant emoji and its periodic repetition. Very much appreciative that you took the time to journey with the poem. There is a poem there in your considered comment on the process of thought. And yes, it hardly ever is about the plants at all, in a metaphorised landscape. Thanks again and most welcome. 🌹🙏🏻🕊️
Sincerest returns,
Freds.
Comment is about pot plants (blog)
Original item by Red Brick Keshner
Thank you for your reading and comment Flyntland.
Indeed, from the individual citizen to the commander in chief we are all capable of bringing existance to an end. All that restrains us is will, all that unbridles us is curiosity and madness.
Consequences are infinite.
David RL Moore
Comment is about The infinity of consequence (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
Your therapist would have a field day with that.
David
Comment is about GREEN WITNESS (blog)
Original item by Naomi
Your poems cover a wide range of subjects, and the thing that they all have in common is sensitivity.
This beautiful poem is no exception; I love it. Thank you.
Comment is about GREEN WITNESS (blog)
Original item by Naomi
Rolph,
Thank you so much for your thoughts. I am very encouraged.
Marnanel
Comment is about The top line (blog)
Original item by Marnanel Thurman
This poem puts into words the cold fear of a misstep among the superpowers, it would take so little to provoke narcissistic leaders into unleashing hell on earth.
"the membrane of restraint is gossamer thin
a butterfly wing betwixt heaven and hell
between war and peace"
Your brilliant poem leaves me chilled and anxious, as it should.
Comment is about The infinity of consequence (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
Thank you so much, David. It's interesting (and worrying) that Orwell's novel never loses relevance. The Trump administration, with its policy of lying, then lying again until someone believes the lie, seems frighteningly close to the Big Brother state.
Comment is about Angry Man (blog)
Original item by Stephen Gospage
Thanks for your thoughts, Tom. And thanks for the Like Red Brick.
Comment is about PADS (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
Thank you Rolph. Your words truly capture the nuance I was hoping to convey.
Your observation about mirroring in nature and the speaker recognizing something shared resonates deeply with my intention.
Thank you for taking the time to articulate your experience with such sensitivity.
Best regards,
Naomi.
Comment is about GREEN WITNESS (blog)
Original item by Naomi
Thanks Graham. There is scope for fictitious film characters as retiree allotment neighbours.
Wallander for instance might be interesting, being a Swede.
Comment is about 007 In Retirement (blog)
Original item by R A Porter
Thank you for reading and the kind comments, means a lot. I have written 5 poetry books about Hillsborough, all proceeds went to the HJC (Hillsborough Justice Campaign) One book was dedicated to Ronnie King one of the survivors who took their own life after the tragedy, his young daughter provided the Foreword. Sadly, Ronnie as with a few other suicide victims are not recognised as part of 'The 97'
Comment is about Nothing Came Easy (blog)
Original item by Mike Bartram
Fascinating RA! I love the idea of film stars and the like taking on allotments. Brilliantly told. A DB5 full of compost!! sacrilege.
Comment is about 007 In Retirement (blog)
Original item by R A Porter
Passionate and true Mike - we'll never forget.
Comment is about Nothing Came Easy (blog)
Original item by Mike Bartram
Thanks for the recent like Hugh.
David
Comment is about Aubade-esque (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
Auracle,
In "Prayer", the longing for protection and warmth comes through in such a pure, heartfelt way. It captures the earnest desire to protect and comfort those who are vulnerable. The children’s cries for the rain to stop are universal, speaking to a deeper need for safety and reassurance. It reminds me of the song "Sonne, Sonne, komm' ein wenig runter," (a German children's song that children sang to drive away the many rainy days) where the wish for sunlight is just as simple yet full of hope. Both evoke that same quiet yearning for peace and warmth in times of uncertainty.
Regards,
Rolph
Comment is about Prayer (blog)
Original item by AirlogRigsMaria (Arry)
Many thanks once again Rolph for your in depth and acute analysis. It is much appreciated. 🙂
Thanks for likes: Red Brick Keshner, hugh, Larisa, Nigel Astell, Naomi & Holden. 👍
Comment is about Better Day (blog)
Original item by Tom Doolan
Rick,
There’s a delightful twist in this poem that shifts what begins as an almost reverential admiration into something unexpectedly endearing. You capture the way fascination can make us feel small, tongue-tied, and yet deeply moved—even by something we might not fully understand. The playful revelation at the end not only brings a smile but also redefines the depth of connection we can feel for something, or someone, who captivates us in such a simple, pure way.
Thanks for the charming surprise.
Chreerio,
Rolph
Comment is about Fascination (blog)
Original item by Rick Varden
Tom,
There’s a rawness in your poem that captures the weight of inner turmoil—the kind of mental and emotional chaos that feels endless and inescapable. The repetition of "Gonna be a better day tomorrow" doesn’t just echo optimism, but a kind of desperate self-reassurance, a reminder to keep moving forward despite the overwhelming uncertainty. It’s a deeply human struggle, and the way you frame it speaks to that quiet persistence, even when hope feels like the only thing left to hold on to.
Thank you for sharing such an honest reflection.
Regards,
Rolph
Comment is about Better Day (blog)
Original item by Tom Doolan
Frederick,
Your piece hums with quiet strangeness—like a whispered thought just before sleep. The repetition of the 🪴 becomes almost meditative, grounding the leaps between abstraction and earthiness. It feels like thought itself: stuttering, looping, suddenly blooming into something tactile. There’s something oddly tender in that final image—a simple warning, but with layers, like it’s not just about plants at all.
Thanks for the gentle jolt.
Regards,
Rolph
Comment is about pot plants (blog)
Original item by Red Brick Keshner
Naomi,
There’s something deeply intimate in this poem—quiet, almost reverent. The gaze here doesn't feel invasive so much as transfixed, caught between admiration and longing. If there’s voyeurism, it’s softened by the tenderness of the imagery—the plant, the droplets, the way the subject is mirrored in nature.
The speaker isn't just watching; they’re recognising something shared, maybe even unmet within themselves. It feels less like spying, more like being pulled into a moment they didn’t ask for but can’t look away from.
It lingers in that grey space between distance and desire, and that’s what makes it so compelling.
Regards,
Rolph
Comment is about GREEN WITNESS (blog)
Original item by Naomi
Hugh,
There’s a quiet tension running beneath this piece—a sense that peace, while celebrated, is also fragile. The poem feels like more than a tribute; it’s a reminder that what’s been held for 80 years can’t be taken for granted. Behind the rhymes and rhythms, there’s a real emotional pull—a mix of gratitude, caution, and hope. It reads almost like a vow, spoken not just to remember the past, but to protect the future.
Thanks for putting this into words.
Regards,
Rolph
Comment is about 80 years of peace since the end of World War 11. (blog)
Original item by hugh
Wow, Naomi — that was blazing fast! Your "like" landed almost before the "ink" had time to dry. Thank you for such swift support—it’s always a joy to see that kind of instant connection. You’ve got the reflexes of a poet’s kindred spirit!
Take care,
cheerio,
Rolph
Comment is about The House At Eaton Place (blog)
Original item by Rolph David
Thank you,
Naomi, Manish, Flyntland, Holden, Hugh, and Red
for liking this poem. It's a quiet joy to see a few lines about water's gentle mysteries resonate with others. Your appreciation means a lot—especially for something so small and subtle, like the tilt of a molecule that holds up the entire world. Grateful for your kindness and attention.
Regards,
Rolph
Comment is about 104.5° (blog)
Original item by Rolph David
Thank you, James R., Holden Moncrieff, Trevor Alexander, and Red Brick Keshner, for your "like" on this poem. Your gesture is especially appreciated, given the heavy, sorrowful content. While the poem speaks of pain and loss, it is through remembering such tragedies that we ensure they are never repeated. Your support helps keep the memory of those lost alive, and for that, I am truly grateful.
Cheers,
Rolph
Comment is about Eighty Springs Since Buchenwald (blog)
Original item by Rolph David
I agree Tom😊Thank you for your comment.
Comment is about GREEN WITNESS (blog)
Original item by Naomi
Oh John - You have got me worried now. Oh well I'll be off to the charity shops one fine day. They are overflowing with Santex pads lol.
Comment is about PADS (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
The rain brings danger
But if it stays
Your prayer, your poem
Will bring love
Will bring hope.😊
Comment is about Prayer (blog)
Original item by AirlogRigsMaria (Arry)
@Auracle dankie vir jou boodskap, ek verstaan wat jy geskryf het. Nederlands is baie naby aan Afrikaans, soos jy die Afrikaans verstaan, het ek begrip vir Nederlands. Ek waardeer jou boodskap opreg. Baie dankie 🙏🏻
Comment is about ñ Pa se liefde vir sy seun (blog)
Original item by Neill Barnard
@Rolph David
Thank you for your message, and a very accurate translation. Appreciate it 🙏🏻
Comment is about ñ Pa se liefde vir sy seun (blog)
Original item by Neill Barnard
Well said Mike, very well said.
As you will well know very many football supporters came to Anfield wearing thier Club Colours and on one occasion a large number of Manchester United supporters came with Tributes.
Tommy
Lfc
ynwa
Comment is about Nothing Came Easy (blog)
Original item by Mike Bartram
Yanma Hidayah
Fri 18th Apr 2025 05:12
@RolphDavid, your words made me emotional, and I loved the part, "healing is a shared thread." Thank you so much, Rolph.
Warm regards,
Yanma
Comment is about Mom, This One Needs Your Hands (blog)
Original item by Yanma Hidayah