This is like a dystopian future. Great ending. 🙂

Hoi hoi
What a write!
And the longer I read, the thinner the glass will become.
Can you see who is giving the thumb up?
I’ve tried, but I can’t give you more than one!

unsure which side of the glass
I belong to
The cherry on the cake!
Keep them coming please.

Kind regards, Gus

We humans are complex and complicated at the same time. Is there glass or any kind of barrier that separates our complexity?? I’m not sure there is. I think the complication comes in when we do not understand these complexities, understand that we are capable of anything and everything. That we humans, because we learn and are conscious, can change the world and ourselves, become neither beauty nor monster, just human(e). These are the thoughts I had as I read your poem RomaJ. I liked how the glass disappears and leave you wondering, “who am I” and perhaps also “who do I want to be”.

Amazing writing RomaJ.
-Curt

Powerfully penned, Roma. Excellent wordplay and the imagery made me feel like a passenger. Outstanding work. Appreciate you.

Damian

What a great idea to write about. Some writers “see”. You do. The way you led the reader along the corridor of scrutiny(?)
and put them almost as a prisoner forced to watch it play out. Transfixed.
Great write and thoroughly thought provoking.

There is something of magic realism inherent in your verses. A dripping ambiguity & multi-layered which leaves the reader curious. Glass is such a useful metaphor and you give full justice to the word.

This in a way reminds me of a traveling circus. How we go see the bearded woman or the unusually tall man.
Different walks of life being set out to the public to entertain each night. They’re not monsters but maybe spectacles – and still we the public go seek them out because we are drawn to the unusual. Then we go home and they leave to a different town.

Maybe a few stay tired of the circus life and maybe a few decide to join the circus looking for something unusual.
How we are all interchangeable depending on the view.

Sorry if I’m rambling!
I loved the write:)

The imagery and story telling here are done to perfection. The passengers view the abject poverty outside from their comfortable train. Perhaps to them it just looks like more tv. Like seeing the hungry people of the world on their tv without ever having to interact or see them in person. But maybe the glass grows thinner when the reality brings stronger emotions even empathy. Truly a great poem you have penned here. You have mastered your craft. And I read in awe of your gift. I too had such an experience on a train long ago. I was on the Crescent City train headed from New Orleans to Boston. As we passed through the shacks in the slums of Birmingham, Alabama I heard a two man talking and one said, “You know America really is a dilapidated country” or something like that. It was an eye opener for me.

John

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

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

This reads as those thoughts whilst falling asleep, the tone somewhere between whisper and silence. We all pay the toll man in the end, but self awareness is the biggest coin in the purse. Delicate and beautiful write.

Beautifully word smithed thoughts. I especially liked

“A child rose and warned,
the air here bites.
So I lifted a mist of mercy,
and veiled myself
in its scent.”

Well done 🌼

Your insight and depth of vision here is deep and filled with contemplative beauty. Loved this so much I read it twice. I wanted, needed, to absorb this in my soul as I read. This is truly a work of poetic art that speaks deeply of dreams that await and those that are signs of what fate holds ahead. Truly a remarkable poem.

John

Brilliantly penned, Roma. Wow, simply amazing write my friend. Superb storytelling nicely illustrated by tight imagery. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, Damian. Your words mean a great deal. I hoped the imagery would echo that hazy, in-between space where dreams and reflection meet. I’m so glad the story and atmosphere carried through.

This is one of the best things posted on this site. I’m sure you hear often enough that you are a really good writer, but understand that it is a fact. I’ve been on so many sites over the years and have developed a particular eye for what is truly good writing consistently. You do so.
Skill is second to having the inner eye for seeing writes play out in a visionary style. This does. There are thousands of wonderful poems out there. But they don’t pull the reader in deeply, immersed. But this one is why readers get hooked.
Outstanding write, Romaj.

Thank you so much, Styxian! I’m really honored this piece resonated with you. It came from a mix of dream imagery and reflection, so it’s wonderful to hear the vision pulled you in. Your kind words mean a lot and inspire me to keep exploring my writing.

Roma. Just wow, I wanted this to keep going!
It’s also very alluring to me.
It pulls you in and guides you through the entire read.

Spectacular write:)