New reply from Susan Katz
<p>Thank you for submitting this very intensely felt and well written poem for consideration for Featured Poem of the Month for December. May I suggest that the word "for" should possibly be replaced by the word "that" as it works better and is more accurate, in English. I also think your poem, which has the one fault all writers prefer to any other, is "overwritten." I'm always happy when I 'overwrite" because it just means I need to do a little cutting away of words and lines, and that is a much easier task of editing, than trying to fill out a line, with more words. Let me give you an example: </p>
<p><em>I was carried away by my emotions' waves which rebels, </em><br /><em>Drifting me into the ocean of tears</em><br /><em>As I belonged to no where else. </em><br /><em>It ended in a hope of reconciliation.</em></p>
<p>"Carried away by waves</p>
<p>of emotions, drifting into an ocean</p>
<p>of tears, I belonged</p>
<p>no where and grasped on</p>
<p>to the (slim/fragile?) hope</p>
<p>of reconciliation."</p>
<p>In poetry, less is more – the fewest words, in the best possible order. Still, I would say you have presented a well written, honestly felt, and passionate poem that, with a bit of editing, could become something really special.</p>
<p>Thank you again for sharing it with me, Susan</p>
https://poetladykatz.com/poetry-talk/im-sorry-for-i-didnt-reply-you
Original Post by Riya Jaiswal
I'm sorry for I didn't reply you
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm sorry for I didn't reply you, </em><br /><em>Actually I didn't know what to say. </em><br /><em>I was caught up in my own feelings</em><br /><em>Where I was the invisible one</em><br /><em>And you stood out vibrant. </em><br /><em>I was trying to untangle the knots, </em><br /><em>Unleash the fire of my soul</em><br /><em>Not knowing that it was that spark</em><br /><em>That burnt me whole.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm sorry for I didn't reply you, </em><br /><em>Actually a lot has happen to me</em><br /><em>Whilst I drove up to the highway in search of peace, </em><br /><em>Picked the groceries and smashed them all. </em><br /><em>Uprooted the weeds and hit the grave</em><br /><em>Leaving the trails behind my shadow, walked on the cold sand</em><br /><em>Trying to forget the coldness you gave.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm sorry for I didn't reply you, </em><br /><em>Actually the agony numbed me</em><br /><em>And withered me in all dimensions. </em><br /><em>You cast the spell on the naive me—</em><br /><em>Who misspelt it as adoration. </em><br /><em>You played your trick and I fell into it. </em><br /><em>I was just collecting the shells but got bitten by a crab. </em><br /><em>It all happened in a gush of wind</em><br /><em>Which turned the turbines, blowing me off.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm sorry for I didn't reply you</em><br /><em>Actually I didn't want to. </em><br /><em>I felt as if it was not worth stretching it more into something which was indeed nothing. </em><br /><em>I was carried away by my emotions' waves which rebels, </em><br /><em>Drifting me into the ocean of tears</em><br /><em>As I belonged to no where else. </em><br /><em>It ended in a hope of reconciliation.</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm sorry for I didn't reply you</em><br /><em>Still I like the constellation of freckles on your skin. </em><br /><em>I dived in search of pearls not pebbles</em><br /><em>So it has to end. </em><br /><em>Because I like me better without you and that's what my mom sees too. </em><br /><em>Yet I'm happy for I didn't reply you. </em><br /><br /></p>