I really like it, because it was different and the way I like poetry, to free flow, unstructured, unhindred by strict direction. And I like it because it was natural and realistic as one journalizing a piece of their life in prose.
I like that it tells a story . . . and the fact alone, that I was moved.
I'm glad it finally worked out honey. Enjoy it. I collect real snow globes and I enjoy going around and shaking them. Most of them are music boxes too on the bottom where i wind them up and watch the snow come down. They are such a delight year round that I have them encased in a Lighted Curio Cabinet, and on top of my Fireplace Mantel.
This was hilarious . . . . humor is your forte, for, you got me going good on this one. I could see everything, from the mangled angel to the rats . . . you left a very funny visual in my head and I'm laughing as I'm typing this Review. You astound me with your talent . . . you go from Romantic, to Personal, to Hilarious . . . that shows the talentship of a Remarkable Writer.
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I loved John Lennon and he was a great influence in my life. I'm glad you wrote this, fellow-John Lennon Lover. Thank you from another John Lennon admirer.
Exquisite passion, tastefully done! Erotica (soft, whatever) is not normally a genre I visit for obvious reasons as I was an abused little girl and sex frightens me . . . even to this day as a married woman, I shy from intimacy, and yet, this is love between two people that care for one another . . . shared passion, a gift from God that two be brought together under his name, beneath his graceful light. That, I can live with.
Oh gosh . . . this is so realistic and sad. Like you are inside that small, terrified boy child weeping his life away for fear of his little life. It's like you have the ability to step inside a victim and bleed from within. Remarkable, poignantly, sad.
I know these sort of things happen. I grew up an abused child, sherri. I will read more on your abuse poems, I have a folder of such myself, recalling those horrid hours.
This was a very sad yet realistic poem. At least the perpetrator was remourseful in your Poem. Many drive by shootings, etc., the killer is calm as a cucumber with little to no remorse for their actions, a chilling reality.
Fantastic lines that enter our psyche like glow worms, a light that goes off inside the back burner of our fears, released to the open air, to dream, to tremble, to become one with itself. To taste the differences in the world that are not the roses, but the thorns. We are at home with the darkness more than we'd like to think. It has its own purpose, and madness.
Dark lines of a more inter-weaving, unlocked vault of desire and torn and vile lust leap from these words onto the page in a crimson scream. Where you get this twisted muse is beyond me . . . but I, along with many others, for sure, digest it fully to our palate's insatiable satisfaction that only you can satisfy. The thirst is on ~ as much as it is, endless.
You are the Mistress of not only Macabre, but Erotica! Tastefully done, my friend. Bravo from this court and this is not usually a genre I visit, but I'm glad I did, in this instance. For you weave words like an afghan pro and I think I would read a poem about a kitchen counter, as long as YOU were the Author. That's the faith I have in you. No matter what you write ~ of darkness or if you wrote the Yellow Pages, its always a hit in my book.
This was great ~ a clensing, almost like an exorcism of sorts, for now those demons be gone and you experience freedom like a breadth of fresh air. Weeowl, seems to me you have come a long journey for this and I smile in your happiness. I am emotionally glad for you ~ and celebrate this new YOU.
I love this so much. I even made a banner for this Poem. I will attach it in another email. I have saved you to my Favorites. We write alike. We are stained. I am glad I found "another Dark Poet" like myself. You are wonderful!
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ps I will send you the Banner for this Poem in another email.
I've never seen a poem like this where one line out of each stanza becomes the culmination of the last stanza. How exotic! Anyway, I have felt like this and being a Dark Poet myself, I couod definitely relate to these lines.
Bravo for a job well done; however, I hope they were just that and not based on any reality.
You deserve it Sherri, all that you do! I don't know where many people (and Groups, for that matter) where they would be without YOUR efforts.
You are an amazing woman that does so much for WDC. I know you have been a Leader-type since I've known you. You get things shaking, moving, and DONE! This role you took on yourself fits you well, for I couldn't think of a nicer person (Angel?) to master these endeavors.
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