It is a sad poem. When we "fall" in love, we do have illusions and they are like bubbles. When those bubbles start to burst, one by one, we are devastated. When we see the last little threads of hope that to can be devastating when they dry up and we have to accept it is over. Your question at the end "What will remain after the storm dies down?" sums it all up. I think the answer might be that it will be what we make it, either stay in the sadness or move on to find another love. Good job. 5/5

I adored the title, it was really hooking.

'Thoughts, swirling like darkened clouds
against gravity they soar to my sanctuary'

Nice simile! These were excellent opening lines.

A roaming dreamer was a lovely image. It was very melancholy, very moving poem. Short but sweet piece.
Well done!!

Really nice work Ingrid.
How very clever to use the idea of bubbles bursting. I havent come across that in the the context that you wrote it in. So really well done.
The ending was great, it summed up your whole poem nicely. I love rhetorical questions, i use them a lot.
Awesome awesome!
5/5

Title - it just really pulled me in, I couldnt resist.. its so unique and Ive never heard such a thing.. I'm so intrigued by it. Well done! I think that if you can capture the readers attention just by the title.. that takes a lot of talent. Titles are always hard to come up with so that they fit our poems perfectly or draw readers in.. but youve done so well with this one!

"Thoughts, swirling like darkened clouds
against gravity they soar to my sanctuary"
`Wow the word choice is great.. simple but expresses so much. I love the similie of your first line.. that was amazingly put!

"Steadily replacing bubbles,
bursting one by one
On these magical windy moors
once roamed a dreamer,
with her companion hand in hand"
`Interesting write.. as I continue to read I feel like I'm being pulled into a short little story.. "once roamed a dreamer, with her companion hand in hand"

"Vast fields of fertile soil
have now turned to desert land
Billowing winds tug at the last shreds of hope"
`Wow your last line was the best one of the entire piece, so uniquely said.. sad but yet knowing there is that speck of hope left is a good thing.

"What will remain after the storm dies down?"
`I love this.. its like a storm, your thoughts are swirling around in your mind.. and everything literally does seem like a storm, what a great metaphor youve used.. we wonder what will remain after this passes..

Interesting poem.
Short but to the point.
5/5.

Ingrid,

you have a wonderful way of weaving words into a forms that create powerful emotions and here you have done just that:

Here I can clearly see inside a head and see the emotional cloud steadily transform from a cloud of clear thought to an increasingly darker cloud, full of negativity. I love the 2nd line, to me is describes the safe place that is usually unaffected is now violated with poison.
Bubbles popping and being replaced with suffocating smog, it is like a bar of soap dissipating bubbles in a bath.

On these magical windy moors..hmm? I think the word 'windy' could do with changing as this to me suggest negativity and I think this moor is, or at least was a good place, yes? Maybe use the word 'vibrant'?

I can see that towards the end you use the wind again, this time its use is destructive, like a tornado destroying all that was once good.

Like a tornado this poem is powerful and effective in painting a vivid picture of how a person can feel when depression takes hold and spirals out of control.

Well done my dear.

((hugs))

Michael xx

"Thoughts, swirling like darkened clouds
against gravity they soar to my sanctuary"

This two lines drew me in completely and entranced me the whole way through. I love your simile in the first line, very unique. Second line- nice wording and vocab

"Steadily replacing bubbles,
bursting one by one
On these magical windy moors
once roamed a dreamer,
with her companion hand in hand"

Beautiful imagery, different from other poems I've read, I love your orginality and creativity here.

"Vast fields of fertile soil
have now turned to desert land
Billowing winds tug at the last shreds of hope"

Wow, you blew me away here! Descriptive images are flowing through my mind and your wording is absolutely flawless, nice job!

"What will remain after the storm dies down?"

I thought adding the question on the end had a nice affect, considering it is brilliant the way you wrote this whole masterpiece. Really thought-provoking write that made the reader think, nice job! 5/5 from me, take care and keep up the excellent work!

God Bless You!

~MaryAnne

I would have liked it if this was a little longer but that's not a necessity. I thought this was great. Makes you think. 5/5

Beautiful! :) I love the title, especially "lost illusions of a romantic fool". 5/5

Hugs,

Bri~

I like this. Its dreamy. Nice work.

Like everyone else I was captivated by those two beautiful lines at the begining and the awesome finish.
This is indeed a beautiful and superbly penned piece.
An enjoyable read.
Paul...

I love the way you phrased everything.. great jjob.. sounds like one of my poems :)

A sad but beautiful poem Ingrid, penned in such a dreamy way!
I liked this poem.
Good work!