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    Amber and Stone

    Some memories are fossils--    fixed in the quiet earth,    written in amber and stone.The sun’s breath caught in resin,truth set deep in unmoving grain.The Stone Labyrinth endures.    Walls remember centuries,    their patience pressed into silence.Light slips through high corridors--    a thin, molten thread of...

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

      • That’s incredibly kind of you, Styxian. Thank you. This poem was inspired by a fragmented dream. I’m happy the themes of memory and permanence came through clearly. Your positive feedback is excellent motivation.

    • 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.

      • Thank you, Ghosteen. I love that image of a ‘waterfall wordscape.’ That’s exactly the feeling I was reaching for–the kind of lingering dream that stays with you even after the ordinary day returns

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

      Damian

      • Thank you so much, Damian! I really appreciate your kind words. I’m glad the imagery resonated with you–it means a lot coming from you.

    • 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

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    melancholy

    melancholy comes calling on me with solemm feelingslooking in I see my sadnesssomething is troubling meanxiety grows and it's understoodmy tenderness is affected by a world so darkgentleness within promises to keep me closemy Father with his assurancespowerful and...

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    Cradled In the Mist and Moonlight of Her Druid Nights

    Cradled In the Mist and Moonlight of Her Druid Nights        I make my bed in a patch of clover perchance to dream. And I dream of her under the stars on a summer night. There she is the woman...

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    • 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.

      • Love your observations on my story my friend. Much appreciated. Yes this was a kind of romance through the centuries. Glad the ending made you smile. Thank you so much.

        John

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    Grey

    In spite of the different colorsAnd shapesOf landscapes,It is boring here!A few things happen.

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    conjured

    cursed existence I was born in hellrising into the world I became fleshthe intimacy of hell is upon medemons guard my stepsthe soul of hell breathesand I with itintrepid humanity is awaresalacious sin, a meet and greet with himsultry...

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