Andrea, as always I love your work. It always weaves such beautiful imagery and tells your story in each write-Well done-

Andrea, I always look forward to reading your work because it's always beautifully written, usually inspirational and always full of wondrous imagery and this piece is no different

All the best, Em

Once again I must apologise for my lack of reading your poems...I have no idea why I feel so lack lustred right now...I haven't left a decent comment for anyone for so very long...perhaps this poem has inspired me to try harder :)

Within a corner, resides a shutter
paintchips form a pool of lead.

^^^

I found the comma after corner came just too soon and it threw the rest of this couplet out IMHO....perhaps..

Within a corner resides a shutter
where paint chips form a pool of lead.

I know that hidden messages
remain within a pile of shavings,
carvings of diary thoughts, notations.
^^^
I felt there was a huge statement being made here and it needed some ommph to get it across shavings! cravings! of diary thoughts...notations. (I things these little dots which I always forget their name gives a larger pause than a comma and, I think this line needs more of a pause)

Even darkest of corners become a story
to someone.

A book of poetry, in a dying house.

Skeletons have names in places
unseen and unsavory. * My mind is telling me it should be unsavoury (UK schooling perhaps)

They believed me to be a lost cause,
back in the day of judgment-

But I was intelligent, stubborn,
and silent.

If I spoke of poetry,
They would assume
I was lying.

I write of them often
but they've grown ignorant,
as I remain speechless....

And now; knowing the truth
makes them fearful of who
I've become.

I'm glad you're writing again...I was very sad to read that you were considering taking a break...thankfully it was fairly short.

Hellon,

Thank you so much, I loved your ideas...very helpful!!!