I loved everything about this poem. The title speaks loud. I see it as this person is your spark or light. So I loved the use of lantern. It's always difficult to write about a person but you did so well here. Overall this poem is full of such great imagery and the words you decribed them with are outstanding. I loved how you describe everything about them with metaphors. It's like they come alive with your writing. I am going to pinpoint the third stanza here. The wording there is fantastic as you talk truly about how much they inspireyyou. The ending is lovely as well. Your heart will always be with them and your heart is the light. Or their heart is the light in your life :). Beautiful dedication. Nominated :)
Excellent! The tone, the wordplay, and imagery is outstanding. You made love tangible, and you allowed us to see it through your eyes instead of from the outside looking in, if that makes any sense.
This poem reminds me of the song "I Remember When I Loved Her" By The Zombies and Nancy Sinatra's cover of "Bang Bang." They're both somber songs, but they have so much soul that you can't help but be captivated. I really enjoyed this, and it won't be the last time that I read this. Favorited!
I really like this poem. Just everything about it: the imagery, the voice, the sentiment, it's all beautiful. To start, the descriptions the poet has used are satisfyingly relatable and effortless, without being cliche or sugarcoated. "Cigarette smoke film glazing the walls," already, I feel like I am in the room with you, like I remember the person you're writing about, like I want to help you peel the paint off those walls and follow you through the rest of the poem. It's truly an experience. I love the specifics: the guitar-picking fingers that connect the dots with your freckles especially. So vivid. But if I had to choose, I think the last stanza must be my favorite. I can't get over how beautiful it is. What a great, great poem.
This was penned in unexplainable beauty, I loved this so much, it's flow was flawless soft smooth flowing , just pulling on the heart strings ...
the way your love
manages still to venture and inspire
the movements of my hand as I write,
as if yours were ghostly placed over mine
speaking to me through ink
from a distance,
What an gorgeous piece of writing , so strong and emotional , people will be inspired by this, the ending also I thought was perfect I think if you would of carried
On it would be over written , stunning !
Your first verse made me think of the times we have lost a former romantic partner and how we try to avoid their side of the bed, because it reminds us of how it was theirs, how it was routine, how we came to expect it, became accustomed to it and never thought that it would change. And what I love, is that you made me think of this without phrasing it in a cliche way: you mentioned the walls instead of the bed as so many do, which made it original as soon as you started writing.
"when our kisses were shooting stars
that inaudibly whispered
all we wished for."
I absolutely adore this. The imagery, feeling and emotion here is so intense , and I've never heard/seen anyone referring to kisses as shooting stars which again adds to your originality, whilst simultaneously creating such pretty imagery for me. Beautiful.
Your last verse had me tear up slightly..so incredibly moving!
The pain of losing a loved one is one of the worst things we can feel during our life times, and something we would all avoid if we could, and yet at the same time we all know deep down it's going to happen to us sooner or later as it's part of maturing and growing up.
Your last two lines were the most heartfelt to me, simply because of the yearning that oozes through your written words, it really allows your readers to feel what you feel and to wish for this happy ending along with you.
For now I'm going to keep it short and sweet cause I'm all teary eyed and can barely see my screen.your words pulled at strings in my heart that I was hoping I'd hidden well, they bring back memories of a love I once had,I guess I'm not the only one haunted by the spirit of beautiful lost love...
to say I am impressed with this poem is a serious understatement. It is quite honestly one of my favorites that I have ever read on here. For that reason I will add it to my list to read again and again.
A poem of lost love, and that awful feeling of a heart that is aching with sadness, desperately wanting/ needing a medicinal balm which only being reunited can bring. So, in the meantime sad revelry fills the void.