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Displaying Critiques 1 to 10 out of 10 Total Critiques.| Poem Title | Poet Name | Critique Given by Moira Grace Hamel-Smith | Critique Date |
| While Contemplating Pi | Rick Barnes | I sure as hell hope so,that "life and death also be A circular geometry?". I love physics poetry. I disagree that "we were never meant To understand how things are bent." I think we just need to remember.I have a theory that we lost a bunch of files when we started speaking. Love the lilting optimism. | 2010-05-07 02:43:48 |
| A Dream Realized | Turner Lee Williams | The title seems to contradict the the 3rd line.Can a dream be both realized and " 'placed on hold" ? Sounds more like a dream abandoned for duty.Who gets to sail on? Who is landlocked? Sounds like a heart in irons. | 2010-02-07 05:37:59 |
| Tomorrow's Forecast | Rick Barnes | Sounds like you're standing on the edge of some ones whim. By the time you're doing this math you already know "How you'll decide whether" The cadence belies the question. There is so predicting. | 2010-02-07 04:59:35 |
| Leaving | Rick Barnes | I taught my 6 yr old the meaning of "destination" in the deep end of the pool today. I learned the transition to what "We can not possibly know" floating on my back in same pool. Not Here is best embraced while floating and looking up at what we'll leave behind. What's with the symbols in the boxes. | 2009-06-14 00:32:20 |
| Equidistant | Rick Barnes | Equidistant, I love the word.So precise,concise,measurable.The heart is a meter in every way. "Language" deception at best,manipulation at worst. I am filled with shame to see how I use it. How I "keep the here, there the there,here" This speaks to me of responsibility.I have used words to blunt the heart. " Language was designed for what we have in mind, and stands at quite a distance, and far apart, from anything we have come to know by heart." Moira | 2006-01-01 06:51:10 |
| Silent Lies | Rick Barnes | All it takes for evil to triumph, is for good men to say nothing.I don't recall who said that,Churchill maybe?My mother said it many times.Even as I sit here the world turns it's collective eyes away,Silence, as so many lay sick and hungry.Shame washes over me,I shall not be silent.Thanks so much for this. | 2005-10-28 01:39:36 |
| Fool's Parade | Rick Barnes | I too have recenty discovered 'what an imposter I have been...' It's amazing the degree and duration of my delusions.Stories I have told my self,totally false.'I have spent all my innocence'OH MY GOD!I have indeed. This makes me so very sad,but now I can travel the path to authenticity.Perhaps innocence is there. This one smacked me in the face.What can I say,once again I saw myself in your poem. Moira | 2005-10-28 01:14:04 |
| Every Other Night, At The Paradise Cafe | Rick Barnes | There's a stillness,a distance between the subject and the author,that seems to close in as herself is revealed.She does not interact,she is apart.That is what compells you to"make up a life for her." She clearly does not belong to this world.Re "But why must I write it?" Like you have a choice! “She’s a fuckin’ whore man” Sometimes I wish I was a guy,the urge to punch the hater pig,was palpable. “She’s a junkie whore man!” And then he leans back, So self-self satisfied, In his chair She seems even more delicate more pure in this light. And he knows a lot of junkie whores? You silly love sick boy,next time some asshole doesnot pay go over to her say I'll get that,a gentleman is never rejected. I love love love this.The range of emotions it evoked,the gentle cadence so sweet and shy. No wonder she holds herself apart.Soft in sound but very sharp images.I always SEE your poems so clearly. Romance defined. Moira | 2005-08-07 00:27:54 |
| A Poet's Truth | Rick Barnes | Confusing love with care? An error I have made more than once.Does that make me a poet? I guess poets strive to see things from different angles. Poets have no flare for truth So they create their own The same could be said of scientists, the road to truth is littered with self deception. Forgiven. | 2004-08-01 05:23:10 |
| Blue Notes for Jimmy in 5/4 Time | Rick Barnes | At home and at work, I am surrounded by musicians.I don't play, but I listen. Ahhh the sax.Second only to the violin.I suspect you envy them as I do. Re the oneness with grace, when a sax wails in the forest........... ya know. I like the restraint of this poem. Moira | 2004-08-01 05:02:52 |
| Poem Title | Poet Name | Critique Given by Moira Grace Hamel-Smith | Critique Date |
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