Just when we think we forgot a feeling, dreams give us a nudge
Thank god for dreams.
Nice to see you posting:)

Powerfully penned, Fia. My subconscious likes to play tricks on me. lol. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

‘Shuddered breaths’, what a sensual way to describe that moment when time stands still and hearts flutter. And the whole world awaits your touch. Nicely penned, Fia.

-Curt

Beeeautifully laid poetry, Dear Poetess 🍷
But, what else would we expect from the gal with a star-blessed pen✨

While so many of us will easily relate to your sentiments in comparing the greatest love of our lives with every one thereafter, only a rare few can express its essence as eloquently skilled as you have here … tugs my mind and heart back to wondrous yearnings I still dream of and never got over, and most likely never will.

I actually felt “shuddered breaths” … amazing, Fia!
Thank you for sharing You! ⁓ Rascal🖌

This short poem read so wistfully. I could feel it all as the word unfolded so beautifully with that disquietingly powerful ending. A great reflective poem.

John

Awesome. I love love Pablo. He was a big influence on how I developed as a writer.
Your “tribute” here is very well done. Top tier. He’d definitely give you a smile and a nod of acknowledgement, as do I.

I saw a “Sonnet”, and I immediately click in, though I don’t know how to write them or other forms of poetry, but for me sonnets always held the mysterious allure. It seems You are like me blending love, poetry and nature, and I love this, your first Sonnet feels like a door to an ongoing story… sweet and passionate, may I ask what kind of Sonnet is this? I’m unfamiliar with this form.

Words have weight and motion and I love how this moves a person to feel the words.

What a great story. I especially loved when you wrote about words flying off the book.
So vivid! Words wanting freedom. What a great way to bring them to life.

A haunting reflection on lost humanity. Our instinct to howl and dance muted by indifference, while cruelty parades as normal. The “strange fruit” lingers, reminding us of what we’ve forsaken and what it means to truly see and feel again.

A piece of good write. Excellent!

WOW, what wonderfully sensual poetry, RomaJ. I love it, and must confess, a bit jealous, as I wish I had written some of these lines. “You move as light bends through smoke…”; “There is cedar in your scent,”; and “Your voice is dusk made audible–”. I am glad I found this poem today, it helped brighten my mood, thank you.

-Curt

Hi Curt, it’s been awhile! How are you? I have a confession, I felt a bit shy to post this poem and even thought about throwing it away, haha. I’m so glad you found it and that it brightened your day. Your kind words mean a lot, and I really appreciate you sharing how the imagery resonated with you!

Beautiful work. Great imagery.

I’m so glad you decided to post this and not throw it away
This has color, sensuality, and your voice.
The ending was perfect amiga.
One of my favorite reads on here:)

Beautifully penned, Roma. Sensual and seductive wordplay combined with warm vibrant imagery, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Such a soft creche for sensuality. Gentle as an Autumn sunset caressing the shoulders of the harbour. Lovely scribble.

This takes the love poem to the higher level of sublimity. This poem is so artfully crafted I could feel your words like the warmth from a fireplace whose embers glow in the night. There is magic here abounding, the kind that only happens when love is gently spiritual in a way that takes it beyond the physical and into the realm of something deeper.

John