The phrases "sweet sadness" and "bitter joy" are excellent. This is very much in the style of Sappho's famous "He is like a god" poem.
Author's Response: Thank you for you review. I didn't know of Sappho till you reviewd my poem, but from what I found out about her, I was amazed. I'm glad that you found my poem worthy of comparison with her. Thank you so much.
I hope that the hard times you express so vividly are already getting easier. I don't recognize the reference to the "Field of Reeds" (pardon my ignorance). I like that you decided to rhyme, but I think that the AA BB rhyme scheme seems a little too cheerful for the topic. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Author's Response: Thank you for your review. Life's getting easier although it is not a bed of roses. But then, is it ever that? I know myself better now. As to the Field of Reeds, I should have made a reference in my Author's Notes. Thank you for pointing that out to me. I appreciate your advice concerning the rhyme scheme. Thank you ..!!
I have been through this also, but it was rather that * he * wanted to be friends after finishing a relationship - the word relationship seemed to startle him like a nervous horse. You could even have an affair as long as it was not called a relationship . Men.
So I can have that bitter joy of talking to you.
Every conversation makes me feel sad,
As though my heart is being pierced,
Those words evoke great sympathy in me, I have indeed felt that.
Actually think it is ideal if you can be friends with some-one and then proceed from there; I have had relationships with people I was in lust with but realized apart from that I did not want to speak to them, we had nothing in common. There is always friendship even if the desire burns down.
To me those are ideal pairings and you never know, he may fall for you without even realizing it ( some guys can be utterly thick in that respect or deny things to themselves. And sometimes I think you have to hit them over the head with what you feel before they get it! )
Not that I would, I never did have the guts. I spent age 15-21 being crazy about some-one who was a friend, part of a group of guys I knew. Loved seeing him, hated seeing him with his various girlfriends. Grrr.
I ended up writing a letter to him when I was about 23 admitting all I had felt for him just to get it off my chest. It made me feel better anyway! Since he'd moved to London I felt safe enough to reveal myself!
However, do not give up; it sounds a very close companionship and I think he needs you more than he admits and these deep rooted things rarely just wither and die.
Author's Response: Thank you for your review. I was actually hoping that you would review some of my stuff. I've read your reviews for other stories and thought that it would be excellent if you or Anwyn were to review my poems.rnrnAnd I quite agree with you. Guys tend to be like that. You can do whatever you want as long as the word commitment doesn't come in between.*rolls eyes* Its just so insane! Even I feel that I need to slap him hard across the face (I think men have shorter attention spans than mayflies) and then grab his hear and yell what I feel into his ear! Hints just don't work! rnrnMy friend and me are very close. We have had our "I want to be alone in this world with you" moments. We have had our share of ups and downs, sang songs to each other on the phone and other crazy things. We even discussed our wedding plans, not that he can marry any one for the nest 3 years although I can can (we have different legal marriagable ages in my country)! And we are still not committed. We were committed for half a day but I don't count it. I, for one , didn't know that I WAS in a relationship till he called me up and decided he couldn't do it! Silly chap forgot to tell me that we were committed. Men *rolls eyes, yet again*rnrnI think I'll write a rant on this issue. Tell me if I should! Thanks again for your review!
This poem describes exactly how I feel.
Nearly three years ago, I made friends with a guy who was wonderful. He wasn't macho, he wasn't particularly confident, but he was lovely. He was my best friend. Before I even knew what was going on, I was in love with him. I couldn't say anything, because I'm painfully shy as it is, and I was really scared that if I said anything it would make things far too embarrassing for us to even hang around together. The rest of our friends all knew I really liked someone, but they didn't know who. I've always tried to act natural around him, but it's been harder every time I see him. And I can't ever tell him, either, because he's gay.
When I read this poem I nearly started crying, because I recognised exactly how I feel about my friend. So thank you for putting this up, just because it's said what I've wanted to for a long time.
Author's Response: Thank you for your review. rnrnI really don't know how to respond to you. All I can say is that I know how much it hurts. I've known my friend for four years now, so we have like you gone through the teenage years together. But we became very close only about a year and a half ago. When we started to become better friends, my classmates started pairing us and that used to put him off for a bit. Not his fault, I'm hardly a beauty queen. Whatever he said mattered to me a lot. I was a little overweight and he used to tell me I'm fat. I started losing weight the wrong way by starving myself. I almost had a brush with serious anorexia because of him.rnrnBut then over the months, we became really close. He's not brilliant in studies so i used to help him out. I was with him when he broke up with his first girlfriend. And then, I don't know what happened but he told me that he loved me as a friend. I was cool with it. After that he he started calling me up everyday and we used to talk for hours. We still do, as a matter of fact, even though we have got nothing to talk about. rnrnI've tried to tell him what I feel for him at least thrice, but he never gets the hint. And when i tell him directly, I have to backtrack everytime. I told him again a few days and in the same conversation we decided not to talk again in the night( we used to stay up talking till 4am) because it was messing up his schedule, never mind the fact mine got messed up MONTHS ago. And on the the fourth night from this conversation, he called back again. I don't know what to make of him.rnrnThis poem was written sometime in January when my crush was nearing its peak and HIS old crush came back to town. That was one painful time.rnrnI know exactly how you feel. It hurts not to be able to talk about your feelings to the one you love. I'm glad you found my poem meaningful. Hang in there. rnrnAnd please do reply as to what you think of my story. I would really love some advice. Thank you again for your review.
Awww. Very very nice, I really liked it and I am certain your friend will be very touched by it as well, Its a very thoughtful gift as its right from the heart.
Author's Response: Thank you for your review. I'm glad that you liked my poem. I wrote this in November and never got around to posting it, and like I said, my friend has no inkling about its existence. But, yesterday, surprisingly, he wrote a poem for me and read it out to me on the phone. That was the sweetest thing I've come across!! I still didn't tell him about this one. I doubt if I ever will.rnThanks again for your review!