Serendipity

I think you have an amazing gift to write a poem that may not have a specific meaning or theme but it communicates something different for each and every individual. It's because of this that makes you a great poet. You write for you but it makes it very easy for others to enjoy your work. We are drawn to what we can relate to. This is like wishing for something you once had that ended so sourly to come back in it's full bloom that it once had. Beautiful, I love your work. 5/5

The only thing i have to say is that the second stanza when you use cadence is a bit confusing to me.

Oblivious to the captivation
those eyes set upon me.
The cadence of this feeling
will never come to be.

^A cadence is more of a rhytmic pattern. If you are talking about love it doesn't make complete sense to why you wrote that your rhythmic pattern wont ever come to be. That sounds a bit sad in a way because normally when a person falls in love, they DO want the cadence of their heart to be that way. I hope I make sense.

Overall, it is a great poem and i loved it!

Your words are sweet reminders
of our once chaotic resolution.
Fire deep within builds and elevates
to the very essence of my core.
`For me, this took me back to the past -- it was like echoing words from a relationship that reminded me of why we ended in the first place. Haunting echos that won't leave me alone -- hence the building . The regrets and the memories are buried after I get hurt, but they're slowly clawing their way back up and overtaking my heart (core).

Oblivious to the captivation
those eyes set upon me.
The cadence of this feeling
will never come to be.
`Hm, this one I'm unsure of. It sort of makes me imagine that the relationship will always be replayed -- there will always be an essence within the eyes of my ex-lover that will have me unable to let go of him, though I know that it will never be the same.

The colors that are reflected
off a love struck soul,
decorate the surrounding walls
built to block deconstruction.
`This created a captivating image within my mind. It's kind of like ... although I'm going through this pain -- I'm growing. Accepting it, getting through it, and becoming more mature, and despite the shattered pieces of my life that broke with our relationship, I don't need anyone to fix me (block deconstruction). The colours are like battle scars, only beautiful. They represent that I'm alive and thriving -- simply satisfied with where I am.

Completely warped
by this illusionary mental image;
this poet's heart
has simply run out of words.
`Absolutely stunning ending. I can't even begin to describe just how beautiful this is. My interpretation of this ... is that love creates idealistic illusions ... some say we see our loved ones more beautiful than they actually are -- and sometimes, this illusion leaves us speechless. and without words, how do we write? it is the beauty that feeds our poetry, and without those words to describe that splendor, what happens to the poet's heart?

Gorgeously done, love.
..__MiNDYY

-Your words are sweet reminders
of our once chaotic resolution.
Fire deep within builds and elevates
to the very essence of my core.-

^This opening stanza is actually quite fascinating, I admire the creativity of it and I think that you described a lot of emotions. From this I got reminding on some chaotic relationship in which you found a lot of trust, that you opened yourself to that person.

-Oblivious to the captivation
those eyes set upon me.
The cadence of this feeling
will never come to be.-

^Very interesting, I like the atmosphere of whole part and first line is somehow totally impressing.

-The colours that are reflected
off a love struck soul,
decorate the surrounding walls
built to block deconstruction.-

^In first line it should be colors, instead of colours
Very remarkable image, I think that it is fantastic that you intertwined so many emotions with it, on very original way.
To me, this sounded that emotions which you feel for this person still protect you on some way.

-Completely warped
by this illusionary mental image;
this poet's heart
has simply run out of words.-

^This is a breath-taking conclusion, truly impressionable stanza, I must say you absolutely amazed me with entire poem, it is just very refreshing.

I honestly enjoy a lot, you are great writer and your work is authentic as always.

A mixture of thoughts, When there are a lot of things goin on like topics in mind..... n we have so many words, begin a write n soon feel we have run out of words.....

But in the end out comes a nice poem we never anticipated n this onez one of d marvel...

keep writing,

Best wishz...