Hi 🌖 HuntersMoon ,

I'm reviewing this poem as part of my enrolment in "Invalid Item" 

These are just my two cents, please remember that, and feel free to disagree, no harm done.
Second point - you are a better poet than I.
Third point - anyone who is in a rough relationship, or has ever been there, can certainly relate to this poem. I certainly can.

First Impression:
I cam into this thinking that there would be a positive twist, and was surprised at the final note on which I was left. It's a powerful little bite sized chunk of reality. Love hurts, words hurt, and hearts bleed when struck by many small words. One or two big ones can do the damage, but many small ones will do just as well. I can feel the angst and the regret that I've associated with this structured poem.


Technical:
Had to figure out what terza rima meant, after that I was alright. I had no idea such forms existed. I guess we learn something new every day don't we?

The format seems flawless in this poem, and as such I am pleased to have read it. Additionally the punctuation and grammar were done correctly (to my alleged mind anyhow)


Emotional:
Loss, I feel loss in reading this poem. I can feel the bitter sting of old tears long dried on my face, as I watch the last shreds of one relationship or another flutter away on the wind of her leaving.

"Surely, small matters mend when bound with love's thread." but only if love is there to thread the shattered pieces back together again.

And the final line, "when my heart was alive." is like getting hit with the Acme Anvil. What a punctuation point. True, but painful in it's truth. We all end up looking back at some point, and realizing the bigger picture of what we were experiencing, how small the needed threads to repair it all were.


Conclusion:
I can't say I loved reading this, it brought back painful experiences to the surface of my memory, but I did enjoy the experience. It is a well done poem, and for that I do have to mark it high on my personal listing. The 4.5 rather than a five was merely due to the difficulty in getting my vocal mouth around the words to repeat the poem, aloud or mentally. There's a certain roughness to the flow of the words that is hard to overcome when reading this piece. I tried to figure out how to suggest a fix for it, but without being the person who wrote the poem I can honestly say that it's not going to be me to is able to fix it.
Well played.

DOC