Cassiopeia Dreaming

This is your home Andrea, you've always captivated me with your nature writes, just the way you make the reader feel as if they are there...but this one is different, this one has a sadness that resonates deeply, yet is still as beautiful. I wish I had more to say.

I'm a rose thorn in your side,
love, A friend x

Holy shit again! I'm afraid my praise will lose its original steam. But I'm going to praise it anyway.

In my college classes, in contemplative studies, we talked about how interpersonal identity give way to our creative expressions, in this case, poetry, the medium in which we try to convey our soul's reflection through emotions. just like Burned alive, I still see this immense identity of solitude: of suffering. This identity, imagined and kept alive through your words, gives it life. Gives this poem meaning and how people can relate to it; people can see the words that are hard to share.

It takes guts, and fearlessness, to write something powerful. Thank you for sharing it with us.

I am literally blown away.

Andrea - I am glad that this is nominated. A lovely poem that I could see you writing, - maybe you were looking up while you puffed on a cigarette, wondering what's it all about?

Well done. x

Andrea,

I'm sorry that I haven't read much of your work recently, but I'm here to make amends. I may even be the first to comment with these somewhat confusing changes...
Anyway. This is a marvellously written piece, soaked in melancholy.
Well done and all the best as ever,

Ben