|Ms Andrews -
A very provocative piece! This has so many components that excel in prose that I rarely get the chance to stumble upon. If this had not been in the Poetry Newsletter, I, in all probability, would have never happened upon it.
Thank goodness for the Newsletters, because I am compelled to look at the choices that the editors of the PNL & the SNL provide.
No. 1 - Exotic felines. My favorite animals, but I have to settle for the domesticated variety So my attention was snagged immediately!
No. 2 - Fire. That verse is me 100%, about 12 years ago. I and others will identify with the destruction we can and do cause.
No. 3 - Misery. This speaks to me personally spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and psychologically. This is strong and provocative, in a most human way. I confess to swallowing a pretty sizable lump while digesting No. 3.
No. 4 - Stumbling. This applies to every human in this world, so its universal in its appeal. Congratulations on that achievement Your reader will be totally committed to this piece and you by this point.
No. 5 - WOW! WOWSER! This is loaded with Truth and all things honest and perfected through self-awareness and Whomever is one's Highest Power
I would like to refer to you as Kat, for 2 reasons, neither of which have anything to do with this review, but it is far more expedient to type Kat than anything else. So I'm taking a liberty by referring to you as Kat, but anyway, the final tour de force has to be dissected, digested and divulged prayerfully with all due merit recognized and stated in such a way that you really understand the impact of your words.
Young Lady Kat, you are a delight that gives off a light that you already know about. (**little sigh**)
The following I C&P from your item to give the perusers of the Public Reviwing Forum a taste of this item. I deleted the last portion so your co-members will check out the not so definitive ending.
I will email you Privately regarding the closing segment. I could not, er, . . . would not, give this one away.
Even when I make my mistakes,
the same mistakes
again and again and again;
even when I wreak havoc and create chaos,
when I am the creator
of my own catastrophes,
when I am to be the instrument
of my own destruction,
when I rush
I am still in love
with “the sun,
the dream, the excitable gift;”
with the green grasses and the sunny days;
and progress and growth and change,
and with moving forward, moving on.
I am still in love with the sound of your laughter
when I do something so me.
And I am in love with the sensation
of the rock salt melting on tongue
on tequila night.
click right cheer, and check out Kat's ending.