April Is The Same As Any Other Month.. Comments

No more stars on the ceiling says it all. A sad line, but a profound line. You are not afraid to give yourself away in words. This is the mark of the true poet. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra

No no no, comfort is NOT all we are entitled to. More sad truths David. Truly another great write...I gave it a 10!

Your honesty reminds me of Rembrandt self-portraits. When the blinding flashes of new love dissipate the chasms are revealed. Love either remains in a transformed state or not. Perhaps the safety of comfort are all we are entitled to have.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could always feel the excitement of new love, sadly sameness sets in, great poem, great title,10 for this Lynda xx

A deeply introspective narrative that reflects on the past and returns to the here and now knowing what was cannot be recaptured... lovely images too - esp liked the stars on the ceiling - great write! j.

A wonderfully visual poem. Painful picture. But, David, the driving range? What were you thinking of? :) F

David, the open style with flashes forward and back in an introspective, almost disconcerting musing, works rather well - enough for me to say Great! You've wisely let the poem choose its own form. Rgds, Ivan

almost impossible to recapture what you once had once the connection is faulty

I am intrigued by the title - - I really like it. Does it mean that things don't change... I also lik the image of the ceiling with stars when you were in love and now the ceiling does not have stars... deep thinker you are... unfortunate the girl...

this poem is beautiful. how it came from you i don't know haha. no but seriously this narration was deep and contrasted the ancient battle of the idea over the reality. well done chief smoke.

absolutely WOW, just wow. I know the feeling too. wow.

This is absolutely stunning. I think all too many will relate. t x

Wow! April is the same as any other month but Hell! this is good, I like the honesty in this poem. HG: -) xx