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

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.

Sinisterly penned, Brenda. A powerful dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

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

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