Hello concrete_angel! I'm reviewing Invalid Entry from {sitem:} today from "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group"  for "I Write in 2019" !


Keep in mind that I'm merely basing my review off of my own personal interpretation of your work and don't feel obligated to use any suggestions that may lie within. I consider myself a forever student and sometimes simply enjoy exploring new poetic devices I have learned when I notice them.

Hopefully, you'll find this review helpful and encouraging!


Overall Impressions:

First, I was excited to see if I could post a piece just so that I'd get to review your poem. I suppose I could've reviewed it either way now that I think about it, but I wasn't thinking straight at the moment in my thrill to be able to read another of your poems! I am truly a fan of your work and your expression.

You took me in with your first 2 lines alone:

Love is not
a fair-weather feeling.

This is a truth it seems a lot of people can't quite grasp. Whether friends, family, or lovers, the amount of people who are only interested in sticking around for the "fair-weather" and flee when the clouds roll in is astounding. So already before I began, I was looking forward to the message you were about to lay before me.

As I went through each stanza I found the descriptions of what love is and isn't quite beautiful. The imagery produced by the painted lines you present:

Love is not soft,
or silky like a bed of rose petals.
It is not easily crushed,
does not release a pleasant fragrance
with its own destruction.

...dandelion puffs and
gentle huffs of warm breath
and wishes whispered on
sun-warmed air...

I could post more but this is merely the first half of your poem and I'm already lost in visions you stir up in my mind's eye.

Now we move forth to the other side of love and what exactly it is outside of the fair-weather times. And here I once again taken aback by the wonderful descriptions that keep my head nodding in absolute agreement:

Love is a cliff embracing the shore,
accepting gentle breeze
and lashing waves
and the salt-sting of ocean air.

Love is the gray-toned waves
in pouring rain, wild and ineffable,
unspeakable, opaque and mysterious,
violent and furious,
destroyer of age-old stone,
a vast and fathomless home:
mother of things
vibrant and venomous.

I've nearly copy and pasted your entire poem but still I am madly passionate about every description because I have lived here more than I care to admit and the truth of it is stone cold.

Then to top off the perfection of the contrasting images of your poem you give me the closure of love and one final truth:

Love is the antidote
to its own poison,
weapon when a warrior wields it—
balm in the hands of a healer,
formless but filling
whatever container it finds
to overflowing.

The curtain comes down and I stand and applaud "Encore, Encore!" because you have produced another piece of darkness and beauty mixed together to paint a portrait that leaves me breathless and wanting.


Additional Comments:

What more can I say, obviously I loved it. Your talent shines and I envy your ability to write exactly what I want out of poetry. Something emotional and moving that washes over me and touches me in places hard to reach.

Keep on Writing!

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