Leaving

Like the angel of death' Great write, separation has many faces. well done and best wishes. T.

Such a pure poem, Wafi. Thank you. ~A

Wafi! its been far too long! great write here, in its brevity i felt every word you say. thank you for sharing! -with what love could be- WT

Wafi ~!~!~!~! I have missed reading you .. and you come back with such offerings ... just one big deep .... siggggggggggggggggggh loved it my friend love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

and congrates on spotlight my friend love and hugs Jayne-Chloe

Wafi, it's so rare that I'm here these days and a real joy to find a new one from you :) Do hope you're well dear boy? I liked the poem but think it needs a few tweaks so suggestions to follow :) Is this you leaving (makes more sense to me with is/this swapped round) Or my soul Exiting )?) my body? (find other word for leaving maybe? bit fresher and less repetitive?) The green tree of attachment Brings forth The thorny pain of separation… Enfolding me Like the Angel of Death Embracing me (I'm a funny one but repetition might work here?) In Agony! Only one difference; (not sure the but is necessary?) They die, I survive… To die Again and again! Wafi, this is a good poem, with potential to be better, I feel, I enjoyed the read as I so often do your work and send you love and hugs as always :) more love Beki xxx

Being separated from your soul mate is like a part of you has gone forever. Never to feel complete again until a new soul captivates that missing void, which can happen. Rosina xena465

this is as close to perfect as it gets. How could someone choose to walk away from as gentle and caring a soul as you are? Here's to surviving and moving on! Yours, ~Nina

I'm a bit late getting to this one but better late than never to be sure. I love the delicate demand of this write Wafi. What you've accomplished here is not an easy root to dig up. This part especially grabs me: "The green tree of attachment Brings forth The thorny pain of separation…" All the best, Nathaniel

ur marvellous in an unique way write poetry in your own innimitable way and to Allah i shall pray a Nobel may one day come your way accept it thus as a non poet that's me I dare to say LOVED HOWZ THIS COMMENT TOO Glad I read your poem By a stroke of error That’s my admission You were writing about nocturnal I thought otherwise But I am glad I read you And learnt from others’ comments That you’re the best Would you mind the comments? From a non- poet That’s me? Though called by all As loved Forgive me for the error If it be. Loved

How sad yet true. Awesome write. Love Lyz. XX

dear wafi.. i have no words for ur poems..u rock man/././ i m one of ur bigest faannnn.. and hope see u soonnnnn,,, and learn something from u,,,

this poem is great very philosophical,emotional, a true reflections of ones dying moments, you went deep in to spiritual realm to get this, your thought are very deep, i like this. BEST REGARDS

this poem is great very philosophical,emotional, a true reflections of ones dying moments, you went deep in to spiritual realm to get this, your thought are very deep, i like this. BEST REGARDS CHUMFIN

this poem has great resonance, it deserves to be read slow and out loud to be taken fully in. John

This poem still pulls at the heart and I know you have such passion which bleeds from your pen. You my friend are an excellent poet and I await for more of your words. All the best to you and yours. Handsome avatar as well, lol. Love Lyz. XX

I like this piece of yours and yes as Lyz says nice picture of you too, You look like a model!! Bravo here Mona TIME well spent is TIME well lived

I give the stars and nomination for its excellence crafting and sparse clarity of language and imagery. I couldn't have written it. Too self-conscious, I would feel like a character in a (very well written) melodrama. 8). No offense. Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible, "the alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind." [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]

The first poem here I read was urs Then I didn't know Neopoet’s well I forgot how to trace my friends. It’s been a long time Perchance today I again crossed your way and read the poem I had already commented But I am still happy to come across My poet friend in u today You are a poet of class I took my initial name after you As ’’Istan’’ Then by some quirk or stroke of luck Someone asked me to change it I did and lost you In the mirage of life None the same But blessed I am I come across you once again And Add you now as my friend All over and once again Istan now LOVED BY ONE AND ALL

It's reads even better a second time...sincere and lovely. Rosina xena465

Profound and so welcome to read, thank you Wafi Julie D.D.