Exceptional.
You make it look so easy to write so well. Professional grade material.

This whole piece feels like warm amber.
Like it’s literally melting onto the page.

Something about it also reminds me of honey. How it lasts indefinitely when crystallized.
Wonderful write:)

Thank you, Adelphina! I love the honey image–amber, memory, and honey all blending together, adding a lingering warmth to the poem. I really appreciate you sharing such thoughtful and sweet reflections.

I love how you turn dreams into a waterfall wordscape. Those that linger long after sleep has turned into the humdrum of everyday living.

Brilliantly penned, Roma. Excellent write my friend with stunning imagery. Appreciate you.

Damian

RomaJ, I am continually amazed by the poetry you write. I can feel the tension between the whispy dream and the memory(s) it held connected by Amber and Stone. Your poem reminded me of my real love and first wife, Amber (a name she was given because of the color of her hair). In many ways, she is the memory, the fossilized Amber memory that haunts me still. Isn’t it strange how you can become a more conscious human being because of such fragmented dreams?

-Curt

RomaJ,

This flowed like amber reminding me of insects preserved in amber from millions of years ago. The DNA of memories suspended in timelessness and your imagery is mesmerizing. A journey into the heart of poetry on things remembered. Fascinating poetic journey here. I could feel it in my heart and mind as well. Profoundly beautiful.

John

I felt that last stanza like a sigh. This is beautifully written. Good to see your words on the page again

This is why one must travel. The doorway into inspiration while being surrounded by the culture.
Japan is on my son’s list , mine too!
Thank you for sharing:)

We remember you waking crazy hours to work in the early morning hours, and this isn’t written to sound like we shared the same bed. This is just something we remembered from DUP. We’re still drooling over all of your travels, but to read you is a trip within itself, tight.

Such beautiful imagery–the lanterns feel alive, carrying both memory and impermanence. The poem glows with quiet reverence.

Beautifully penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Nicely penned Brenda… steeped in feeling

I loved this piece. It can be so valuable to follow the advice of the people who love us.

Where strength is found in times like these, beauty lives. Finding calm in the storm of the world…priceless. Beautiful, Brenda 🧡

Sweet and serene. I dearly wish I has such faith.

So Lugh watched her bathing, and Bridgette thought it was ok to gaze upon her. That is nice. Then, when they took the boat ride and died together, (aww) At the end, they decided where to be reincarnated, wrapped it up nicely, and the fact that they said the Emerald Isles, I smiled at that.

The cup of truth. I like how you wrote that even though it is broken, it is its most valid form.

Hey Fia… thanks

I love the idea of painting over sorrow with gold.
The rest flowed flawlessly amiga.
It’s great seeing you post:)

Powerfully penned, S. Excellent write my friend, hope you enjoyed your journey in Japan. Appreciate you.

Damian

Wabi Sabi

Lots of wabi-sabi, now ma aware, the rhyme of one word…

As beautiful a write as it is strong. This is the type of write I search for. Strong, empowering. Hopeful.
I feed off such things, to better my own writing, by the mood created in a write. You succeeded greatly here.