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Displaying Critiques 1 to 9 out of 9 Total Critiques.| Poem Title | Poet Name | Critique Given by Sydney a Walker | Critique Date |
| Phaedrus Throws Stones | G. Donald Cribbs | Just quickly wanted to tell you I enjoyed this. Why? Because Pirsig's novel was brilliant AND I have a signed special edition of " Zen and the art of Motorcyle...." I was quite surprised to read about Phaedrus in a poem and you did exceptionally well. I can only say this is a masterpiece that needs nothing else. BTW, he should have never written his second book. Well done. | 2004-07-01 15:38:13 |
| THE TRUTH IS… | Wayne R. Leach | No, you "should" not erase those lines. Well said. Wonderful love poem. I am hurrying to fill my committment to critiquing. Short and pithy eh wot? | 2004-07-01 11:54:09 |
| Fractals of Fear | Lynda G Smith | There is nothing to fear but fear itself...I'm sure you have heard that quote from FDR. Anyway, you sent me scrambling for my dictionaries of which I have two of which had not that word. I turned to the internet and did find it. I liked your use of it in the second to last stanza. Your syncopation works well, and made for an enjoyable read. Thanks for submitting. | 2004-06-29 18:07:19 |
| The Wall | Jana Buck Hanks | I assume (somebody once told me never to assume)that this is about Vietnam, and the wall, and the rubbing they do to get the name off the wall. Sad poem, but well put and very eloquent. I'm not so sure I understand the last line though. thank you so much for posting this piece. Was he a relative? | 2004-06-25 00:29:19 |
| japanese verse 52 (Zephyr) | Erzahl Leo M. Espino | I sometimes think I can hear songs in the wind...so this falls right into your theme. As a kid I used to make piles of the fallen leaves and jump on them...ooof! Nice format .... thanks. This is short and pithy. | 2004-06-23 13:14:05 |
| Electron Self | Carolyn Gale McGovern-Bowen | Some interesting philosophy here. I have battled with the meaning of human (our) existence for years as have many others I'm sure. To think that we are but electrons without purpose and thrown about and coming together randomly, disturbs me. If there was no purpose, then why don't we all just loot, pillage and plunder? There has to be something more than just what you wrote about...at least I hope so. Is there only one electron? Your second to last line "our reborn electron self......." I think should be plural to "electrons." Okay. Not bad at all. Thanks. | 2004-06-23 13:09:07 |
| Peace | Jana Buck Hanks | Okay, this is the third time...submitting this crit. They keep disappearing. Think that means something? Anyway, short and pithy. Title...good. Rhyme ... good. Meaning ... good. You question as do most philosophers on something we really know nothing of the outcome...souls that is. Good stuff. | 2004-06-17 19:58:05 |
| I Know You Love Me | Edwin John Krizek | I understand this poem. Understand the hurt that you once had that has now been replaced by a new lover. Will it last is what I would ask myself, but then why bother. Just go for the 'gusto and the moment.My favorite line is the one about confetti. Loved it. Thanks for posting. This is a short and pithy critique. | 2004-06-16 16:53:53 |
| Tsa-ga-gla-tal in Spring | Joanne M Uppendahl | Ookay...short and pithy. I think of her and her shiny fingers, separating the bits of flesh she touches lightly in her hurry. I think you can say: I think of her shiny fingers. Also eliminate the last line. This morning I think of her-- her nursing kits, her glinting eyes, her tender need. Again I don't think you need the last line here. But that's just me. Now, short and pithy enough? Quite frankly not one of your better works. | 2004-06-16 16:49:58 |
| Poem Title | Poet Name | Critique Given by Sydney a Walker | Critique Date |
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