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

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.