That was beautiful, nicely written.

Gorgeous, caff. I love the metaphor of withered blooms as lost opportunities to speak our hearts. Just lovely.

Incredible, absolutely incredible!

I think regrets of saying what we feel is much better than regrets of not saying what we feel.

I love the way this was expressed Cafftee…you are such a true and natural artist.

the sadness of words unsaid, expressed well.

Seems very real!

Beautiful imagery there, Cafftee. Now that’s what I call a REAL poem!

my goodness,you definitely have a way with words.great write.

Brillant & Beautiful

I think truth is important, there’s a wholeness that comes from it and people feel complete. People keep secrets and secrets keep people. When we let go we are truly free. I can’t write poetry let alone understand it, but I thought your poem was a ‘lesson’ for people who have regrets and unhappy memories. Nice one Cafftee

Thoughts seem to become dust easier than a lot of other things. Spoken or unspoken.

Wonderful comparisons between the unborn blooms to unspoken words. Gives feeling of sadness and oportunities lost.

Somehow I missed this when you first posted it. I’m glad you included it in the anthology. A beautiful piece of work!

I like the surprise of the last line, the way the descriptive comparisons of the previous lines suddenly gain extra meaning.

that could have been a rap! great poem.

Interesting and thought provoking words. So glad they were spoken, and shared.

Beautiful poem. I love the lines, here we find unyielding knots,
perpetual sand-swelled dunes, thorns that pierce the unaware, scars thickened over wounds. A classic Cafftee. Well done dear.

Dusty relics indeed ..beautiful poem with stunning imagery.

I love this poem, it is so well written, with language that is so descriptive. You held the poem from the beginning right to the end. I had a real read of your poem twice in fact it was so good well done

Nice poem, very descriptive.

I love metaphor and this was very good!

The things we didn’t say…. both loving and angry, eh? Both leave their scars and their thorns. I think this may be the most touching of your works, at least for me.

awesom work!

i loved your intenese imaginary and depth

esp \”lie undisturbed in silent tombs,

promise untested yet.

Here we find unyielding knots,

perpetual sand-swell dunes,

thorns that pierce the unaware,

scars thickened over wounds.\”

n Merry Christmas !

Generic comment: an interesting piece.

Useful comment: free verse lends itself to a lot of exploration and in no way constricts form, you can go a lot farther with this.

To blow your mind/challenge you: make the form match the content. How you ask? I have no clue, depends on how you write and what you wanna say….

A well crafted verse with a timeless message.

Beautiful poem with well selected metaphors for the image you wished to create. Lovely.

Yet again the beauty of your words captivates me. I must now go and sulk that i can never be as great a poet as you. Great poem cafftee.

There are many things that aren’t said for good reason, but those things that should have been said but weren’t leave the deepest scars.

Or you could have asperger’s. Sorry mate.
Beautiful poem Caff.

I like this. Your rhymes are not trite.

nice!

Wow – that was bloody awesome! Felt like reading silk

Very lovely poem

I commend you on a job well done with theme and diction. I’ve had those kind of remembrances too, and this, after reading it a few times certainly brings me back there. Thanks for sharing, and have a good day.

You say you’re new at this poetry thing?

I just had to read this again, and enjoyed it all the more this time around.