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Nova Woman The starlight beholds you with reverence Sunlight's only purpose is to illuminate your face You are the stuff of poetic dream word perfect in person made of metaphor the verbs of my dreams |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2014-04-10 12:20:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Joe, what strikes me most transcendent about this piece is one can make a case for the description of a delectable love, or the love of writing/poetry. Both, case in point, are considered “loves” of one’s life.
As for me, I am just as suspended between the two as the ruminations might suggest. I think, depending on my level of playfulness when rereading, will determine whether the love remains human, or the humanity ascribes to descriptors.
A wonderful piece.