Roses For Poetry Comments

Poetry is great comfort to the soul but at times nothing seems to heal the bruises of the soul. A great write depicting the tragedy of human life that nothing captures or entices the imagination forever.10

Your poem captures the heartbreaking grief felt when love departs. But does it really leave us? Love is a force of such magnitude that it cannot die. It changes form, but it does not leave us. We miss its earthly manifestation, but the essence is always with us, kept alive by our hearts and minds. We must find comfort now in memories. The embers are always there. Remembering love stirs those embers and soon they flare up like dried kindling. A most touching and beautiful poem.