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Poem TitlePoet NameCritique Given by Gerard A GeigerCritique Date
ReunionJoanne M UppendahlDear Joanne; What a beautifully heartfelt poem about time spent with your Grandmother. Memories of congregating family members around the kitchen and hearth...along with the attendant smells associated with a clean well-kept home during the apex of its use as hub of the family activity center. Picturesque, homespun, warm and gentle....may I have a corn muffin, please? You may say no....but I bet Granma would say yes....and give me some strawberries to go with it!!.. Thanks for this delightful work, always your friend, Gerard2005-02-24 17:59:05
New Year's EveKenneth R. PattonDear Kenneth: A hauntingly succinct picture of a lonely soul caught in the throes of alcoholism. The drug rules rhe man... Concise and chilling in its simple truth. Very well executed. Thanks for sharing this important work.. Gerard2005-01-01 07:52:45
pernicious anomalyMell W. MorrisDear Mell; In this poem we find shades of the willful woman determined to find her expression....come what may... insolently expressing her desire to speak her truth as she sees it, regardless of the scorn or edits of what she perceives as the pedantic majority... nevertheless onward she marches thesaurus and dictionary in hand, replacing bible and torch... Great start...and better ones we know have followed. ..You go Girl!! Always your friend, Gerard2004-10-19 16:05:06
Raw RemainsNancy Ann HemsworthDear Nancy; A thought provoking piece about the changing of the guard between generations. Much is written about youngsters coming of age...But relatively little about mature adults realizing their own mortality and similarities with their aged Parents... My condolences on the loss of your Mother... We cannot physically take every avenue in one lifetime... but we can explore many through our daydreams... Thanks for the opportunity to read and comment. Gerard2004-10-19 15:33:07
God's Kinder Garden (first poem)Andrea M. TaylorDear Andrea; A beautiful,poignant,heartfelt tribute to your first child...honest,simple, overflowing with the love of a mother caught in this heartwrenching and tragic aspect of life... Everyone who reads this poem feels your pain... Thanks for the opportunity to read this work.. Gerard2004-10-19 13:13:07
If You Could Live Your Life BackwardMell W. MorrisDear Mell; A wonderful, masterful piece of work sketching a love and life lived in bits and pieces of poignant moments remembered as one remembers salt and pepper sprinkled on buttered corn. We cannot separate all the parts: bitter,salty,juicy cornflesh, sweet warm butter, on a warm summer evening, from the total whole of a full life with connecting moments, which by their excluded and forgotten nature...lead us to believe their uneventful dailyness was the meat of a full life shared among soulmates... I feel your sadness that the one you love is passing...YES..YES... you must confess...Of course you'd wear that Lavender Dress!! I believe we need "Some enchanted evening for background music"... I love this understated descriptive piece...it is a treasure. Nothing I can say can improve this work. Gerard 2004-10-18 11:20:16
Congress This MorningMell W. MorrisDear Mell; This poem is unlike you....after the coterie of leaves waving...it seems to me Mell that you are tired, bored, perhaps feeling under the weather due to your fragile health. Please understand that as a VITAL POET, you have a responsibility to your fans/readership/comrades/peers/...even co-conspirators....to attempt to explain the unexplainable...to taste the unpalatable...to chew the un masticatable (sorry about this word)...to reinvent a view for the invisible....you Mell are a conduit of inventiveness to a world of receptors....without your message there is nothing left for us to do... You cannot pass on the baton,my dear, because you are still busy running with it....The position is yours, please take your seat and pass on your wisdom and insight... Always your friend..and fan... Gerard2004-10-17 16:17:07
Tree haiku #2Joanne M UppendahlDear Joanne; Love the Haiku! I especially like fall winds as a suitor, to whom the tree releases its leafy offspring when offered a proposal....unique, inventive and interesting take on a familiar autumn scene. Thanks for sharing this refreshing work. Always your friend, Gerard2004-10-14 18:56:28
A ChildAmour Stakwi'a DresbachDear Amour; This poem in free verse with the repitition of in this world...brings home to the reader the concept that nothing is more awesome than a child. Throughout the world the most impoverished under medicated,malnutritioned people on this planet are children....many of whom carry the scars and deformities of simple vitamin deficiency throughout their lives. This poem is simple in its concept but profound in its ability to look past all the celebrated modern mechanical marvels and home in on the basic miracle of a child...and how this primary building block of civilization is overlooked by a world population programmed to create bigger and better mechanical (and automated) commodities. Thanks for writing about something which really counts... the future leadership of the world...our children truly nothing is more awesome and profound. Thanks for sharing this piece, Amour. Gerard2004-10-05 12:55:31
Thoughts on An October DayJoanne M UppendahlDear Joanne; Beautiful and haunting work...describing the flight of living birds as a charcoal sketch...rohrschacking the sky above brightly colored autumn leaves... wondering whether everything lasts above (heaven)the ceaseless "sting of wind" which I take to be a metaphor for the anguish of the complexities of life. The answer of course is there is no answer, but you stated succinctly in stanza two where you state: but only that I saw you go and celebrate your winged release. We cannot possess the birds...,we can see them... we can hear them....we can enjoy them for what we think they are...and we can remember their beauty.. and find solace in that memory on the dark cold days when there are no birds... Sorry to ramble Joanne...but your haunting work has sucked me in....we are not talking about birds, here are we?...perhaps one.... soothe your restless mind....all is as it should be... everything will be known once we move on in our own time... we all will fly above the ceaseless sting of wind....together. Thanks for the opportunity to share in this work... Always your friend, Gerard 2004-10-04 18:01:56
Deep In My Heart Is A SongMell W. MorrisDear Mell; What a wonderful mellifluous helping of Ms. Morris' literary talents in this ode to the cyclic nature of the fluidity which engulfs life. The stream here I believe represents your astute conciousness....enquiring, searching,endlessly seeking fulfillment....rolling over pebbles of knowledge and experience...as the universal solvent, water can dilute,be absorbed,and caress with a light cool,slippery touch which can be felt, but not grasped. So, with your enquiring life, it can be experienced, in fleeting moments, remembered and enjoyed, but never nailed down and rooted for a full dissection. Your peace with your psyche is understanding through finally gaining acceptance of the whole experience without trying to separate all the various strands of music in this symphony of life. In your closing you aptly state: I feel flooded with peace And grace like the stream which brought me Here. Rivulets, freshets, all waters bring Me to my knees in a prayerful attitude With a song of gratitude That at last, at last, I belong! You definitely belong Mell, you RULE... wonderful work... Always your Fan.. Gerard 2004-10-04 16:59:43
japanese verse 59 (Lake)Erzahl Leo M. EspinoDear Erzahl; What a wonderful and refreshingly new description of a lake through Haiku. Mirror on the floor....this is exactly how it looks at a placid lake where I go...You can easily see the reflections of the trees in the water as well as the clouds and sky.. Erzahl I know this only looks easy and simple because you have hit it exactly...an astute and admirable work.. I especiallylike "My eyes see God's face"... looking at the reflection of trees and sky in t6he lake... we know this is true and an appropriate approbation of the Image being viewed Thank you for sharing Gerard2004-09-30 15:05:12
Listen For The Shoutmarilyn terwillegerDear Marilyn; I don't know what to say about this piece. You have outdone yourself and captured an often overlooked or maligned force for good present throughout our existence... You call it human spirit...I think it is also synonomous with Will, without the negative connotations usually associated with its use through sinning. I like this piece...I like the way you presented it in a new and fresh light. Not all use of free will is bad, it is just reported that way through the anti-man clergy. Wherever their is free spirit there is cause for hope. Thank you for sharing, Gerard2004-09-15 14:14:28
ILLINOISMark D. KilburnDear Mark; What can one say about this heartfelt experience of Illinois captured in the memory of one who was raised in a large and loving family. My stone cold heart aches at your honest loving memories of your siblings, your parents which were as fleeting as the flocks of birds you witnessed over the fields back home. Mark, I love this work...i think you have captured the True Heart of the Heartland in this piece...Only one who has lived it and experienced it could adequately write about it....this you did with grace,ease, and flavor. No suggestions other than keep writing. Gerard2004-09-15 13:41:34
EnoughEdwin John KrizekDEear EJK; See my response to enough2... It is enough that you live knowing that you are a man and your actions matter. This triplet...makes the poem...it is the overarching theme...It is real, it comes from the heart...it is a man's final justification between himself and his existence ina world in which he is brainwashed...through media, to believe he is in competition with all fellow beings...It is his final summation that he exists and his actions matter... i.e.have meaning...are somehow worthwhile....even meritorious in their simple way. Gerard 2004-09-15 10:07:11
Enough2Edwin John KrizekDear EJK; You asked so I have to tell you that I like "enough" better than enough2. Come to know what deeds count...is a less definitive ending than enough where I believe you said a man knows he counts...more precise definitive and correct..IMHO.. Like both poems....shake them up in your word processing program merge/delete/fine tune and resubmit. Thanks for the opportunity to read both... Gerard2004-09-15 09:59:54
Big CatchClaire H. CurrierDear Claire; Thanks for this delightful and frightening tale about your Big Catch fishing with your father one night in your youth, when you hooked a snapping turtle. OI especially like the realism displayed in the following stanza: Its shell was wider then I have ever seen Its legs they scrambled all around The tail, though small was big enough To cause my legs to go over the side Safety is my motto at all cost. How a very young Claire dealt with the wild interloper in her boat... sometimes bailing out is the only thing to do!!! Thanks for this sharing this delightful memory. Gerard2004-09-14 13:06:52
CrabMark Andrew HislopDear Mark; I really like this piece...spoken from the point of view of the crab....I like the long pink not rocks....Of course ! what else would they be to a rock-like crab!! Thanks for this entertaining piece. Gerard2004-09-14 12:55:52
A FragmentSandra J KelleyDear Sandra; I enjoyed this piece immensely. Often it is what you don't write that tells a better tale in the mind of your reader. A Fragment combines the Poet as jouirnalist, researcher,artist, and reporter. Searching the memories of her loved ones for the stories of their lives...Finding snippets... which for some reason "too painful, faulty memory, too tired to relate,etc." are not completed. This work is not diminished by this...as you bring it into your story as portions of a novel which will never be completed...A great idea.. and a great delivery of this theme in this succinct poetic style... Thanks for sharing this work... Gerard2004-09-10 09:11:52
ToleranceAndrea M. TaylorDEear Andrea; I like your logic and your final line.. Faith is God's wisdom and our ignorance. Very thoughtful and precise... I cannot improve it... Thanks for sharing and keep writing. Gerard2004-08-30 21:45:13
First VisitEdwin John KrizekHey EJK, Sorry about your pathos in this poem. I've got to tell you that I really like your delivery...I know you think its narrative....but on the whole this "story" of a first visit to a psychiatrist/psychologist/counselor is chock full of your own local color...past history and foibles.. and tragedy. .and is quite entertaining. I especially like your ending where you ask the "Doctor" to affirm your hope that he has met people more crazy than you... I like this work and it could apply to all of us. Thanks for this honest piece. Gerard2004-08-30 12:50:29
Grandchildrenmarilyn terwillegerDear Marilyn; What a wonderful tribute to Grandparenthood and the renewed awe and vigor inspired to all through the natural new development (flowering) of youth. I especially like the innocence displayed in the last line...as we are gatekeepers of the culture, it is up to us to ensure their trust is kept.. Truly a loving piece....Your grandchildren are fortunate to have you. Take care, Gerard2004-08-30 10:40:53
Trip to the CityEdwin John KrizekHI EJK; Soul Searching poem about a trip to the city looking for fulfillment in life. I like silent stone monoliths and earlier "dead stone edifices" Both descriptors point to the heartless quality of city life...we have large stones in the country, but they usually are covered with moss, lichens,leaves etc. You paint the city as gray and black and concrete, asphalt and glass...two unfriendly hues to three impenetrable descriptors... All the people have problems in this unfriendly and inhospitable environment of dust,paper bits blowing in wind. You return to your cultural home in the country and appreciate the hungry life, barren of luxury and excitement, but overflowing with the comfort of utility and the "knowing" that life at home is good and will be better as long as you can appreciate the simple beauty and truths that are evident everyday. I cannot offer anything to add to improve your work. Thanks for the opportunity of enjoying this piece. Take care, Gerard2004-08-18 16:12:49
Blue LucyMell W. MorrisDear Mell; What a fine poetic discourse on the examples and methodology used by we tellurians to heal ourselves (and our minds) through understanding and communing with our environment. This poem captures the grandeur of nature, Imperious at times, but also a gentle balm at others....somehow we get the feeling through your words describing the internal human rersources to reach the Law Giver, that all is not just a series of coicidences, we may matter, and through inner searching we may find solace,guidance, acceptance and peace through our struggle of existence... Thank you for this soul searching work. I have no changes for improvement. Always your friend, Gerard2004-08-18 10:21:27
OrphanDeniMari Z.Dear Deni; This work is poignant, filled with the angst of one who is searching for hidden connections where none had been understood, or needed before. The family trauma which caused this disruption in your relationships, cannot be discerned. I would assume a parent(one or both)has been found not to be the biological (or blood relative). I hope the main character in your work can find it within them to go beyond the base blood relationship, and search the interpersonal relationship built on experience which truly tells the tale of love and familial roles and caring. Thank you for sharing this thoughtful work.. Gerard2004-08-16 11:24:37
Speed MetalJeff GreenHey Jeff, Great poem about the real evil....combination of drugs and automobiles. It is clear in your end line of "but there is only one god Mercury" that you feel all of this is about speed...and that is true except in a broader sense it is about Automobiles and preserving them as an economic entity...and serving their creators with our collective wealth. I may be ranting here, sorry... But I really liked your poem...keep writing. Gerard2004-08-16 11:01:09
UNTITLEDJACK M HRINIAKDear Jack; I love the soulful way you describe your father's death and how you went to the edge of the lake to sing your father's melodies. What a wonderful tribute to the man who taught you that every bird has a song to sing. This poem has a base spirituality which hearkens back to american Indian folkways. It is wonderful....your father is proud, he has taught you well. Thanks for sharing this fine work.. Gerard 2004-08-14 00:23:08
♥ Moon Dance ♥Carolyn Gale McGovern-BowenDear Carolyn; Loved your treatment of the moon as a smooth dancing partner... an ancient seductress, flawless compass, ageless embrace everlastingly sublime... What I really like most about this work, is that you took the age old Moon... the hero of love stories as a catalyst for romance....and transformed it into a decidedly feminine partner...dancing its circular nocturnal way till morning... quite new, unique and fulfilling... enjoyed this work tremendously.. Thank you for submitting it to TPL Best always, Gerard2004-07-07 15:26:28
One As Beautiful As YouMell W. MorrisDear Mel; Always a pleasure to read your grand work. I feel your artistic angst in not being able to transfer the power and beauty of the colors and light that surround you into your chosen form of expression in music through the piano. I feel that you somehow are searching for a nexus to fuse two art forms...colorful blossoming spring /summer and music...Your dilemma is that you intuitively see all things and interpret them artistically...you are limited in your expression by the limitations of the form of art in which you choose to express yourself....Even as a trumpet cannot hit a higher note than those that are physically possible by limitations of physics, you intuitively "KNOW" there are higher notes out there, and the artist in you nevertheless strains to reach them. You do this by mentally trying to compose colors and light into music through your piano. I may be way off base here,but I think your frustration is that you feel you should be able to interpret all beauty in every artistic field you engage in. You are searching to create a common form of poetics art and music to satisfy your varied levels of artistic abilities and natural sensibilities. I think the wonderful answer here is that you are melding your talents always in all of your creations...just sometimes more subtle than you would like them to be... Oh, I loved the poem. If I am completely wrong in my interpretation, remember.. I'm always your friend, Gerard 2004-07-07 12:20:07
Hacking ChestnutsG. Donald CribbsDear G. Donald; you portray Hacking Chestnuts as a coming of age game among adolescent English Boys in this poem. It is interesting in that the boys are intimately familiar with the consistency and texture of their natural surroundings. Typically something the poorer boys would know more about I'd wager. Young men...everywhere are driven to these games... It is delightful to read your experience in this work. Fighting for your Mother's honor... another Quest for a junior knight in training.. Thanks for sharing, Gerard2004-06-11 21:41:38
Goodbye, Ophelia, We PineThomas Edward WrightDear TEW; Pensive poppy sleep... Littered with fritillaries dasied innocence vowells of intransigence babble of the green stream... Man, I want to jump in your head for five or ten minutes... Great language....nuff said. Loved the work... Thanks for posting it on TPL. Gerard2004-06-11 21:27:11
BushesRegis L ChapmanHi Regis; Good to use free verse to let out your hostility and vent your frustrations at not being able to control things you have no power to control. Gerard2004-06-11 21:01:49
In Anticipation of the PinesJoanne M UppendahlDear Joanne; Delightful work full of your signature poetic license (s) alliteration...assonance.. and a few other English literature and grammatical terms... But to the point....I want to go on a Drive with You! Man I would love to go on the shore of the Northwest Coast...you describe it wonderfully and so real...I have been on the East Coast all my life...You know the one with the Salt Water on the right side....It would be great to drive with the water on the left side for a change.... Thanks for this great descriptive piece.. Always your friend, Gerard2004-06-11 20:48:05
Dragging Timesheryl ann minterDear Sheryl; A very creative work...personifying father time as one who somehow could control time...slow it...drag it...for we mortals to enjoy periods of sensual pleasure for longer periods of time... Knowing as we do that most of life's sensual pleasure is tinged with both good.."angels halo's" and bad "devil's horns" subconcious motives. I like the bold way in which you describe this past bittersweet memory...which must have been quite gratifying at the time... Thanks for sharing this inventive piece.. I enjoyed the ride! Gerard2004-06-11 20:21:06
Never Yieldmarilyn terwillegerDear Marilyn; A somber poem relating the poets love of daylight and dread of the curtain of night. Left alone in the dark, the poet is anguished through introspection of past events and revisits memories which cannot be changed. The character does not look forward to the long tortured night "nightmares" or the thought of tomorrows hours. I originally thought this poem was about Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) but think the poet is relating to a higher level of personal pain which will not go away once night descends. Does The dispetaled Rose refer to the lost love of the poet? And the "Never Yield" refer to keeping strength to go on in the face of uncommon grief associated with a deep personal loss, felt always, but worse at night rather than day? Sorry Marilyn, if I have missed the mark. I wish you peace of mind...and hope your pain lessens as you write. Thank you for this thoughtful honest effort. Gerard 2004-06-11 20:01:54
Plane PerspectiveMick FraserHey Mick; I have to let you know that I really enjoyed this poem. I love the last line. ...I walk near a golf course and am always conscious of the danger of those white spheroids... Plane perspective is an appropriate title for this entertaining and enlightening piece. Thanks for sharing it with us Mick.. Gerard2004-06-11 15:32:54
japanese verse 50 (Swallows)Erzahl Leo M. EspinoDear Erzahl; Wonderful Haiku! Love Periwinkle sky also winged surfers and waves of clouds... Beautiful Artistry....just wonderful... Thank you for sharing this fine work. Gerard2004-06-02 17:54:16
MY BESTMichael N. FallisDear Michael; The indomitable spirit of man. defeated in battle and game, yet proud that you did your best. You may have failed, but you did so with the purest and most noble intentions and effort. A heartening work...affirming that all is not lost if you did your best... I love the sentiment and the simple elegance of your rhyme scheme. I cannot improve your work. Thank you for the opportunity to read this piece. Gerard2004-06-01 16:40:09
Sunday Morning With a Used Car SalesmanMolly JohnsonDear Molly; I really like this poem. I realy like the way you suck Me,the reader, into your story. I'm reminded of the "Village Blacksmith", although your poem is about a car salesman, and doesn't rhyme. Obviously your trying to buy a car...He is your salesman...and as salesman are want to do...he tells a bit about himself his child and his wife. As a perceptive customer you notice his threadbare clothing...understand his need to sell you a car. All salesmen, to me, exude an aura of nervous tension and moist/tepid sweat....the kind that would make a shirt cling to a nipple.. If you would let him finance you he could make a sale....and he would light up as "fine fabric would crackle and ignite" You are embarrassed by his bareness...his needs...his wants... his baseness... What a perceptive poem concerning the base human elements at play in conducting the business of buying a used automobile from a salesman who needs the sale. Thank you for sharing this unique and thoughtful work I would not change a thing.2004-05-24 14:39:37
Enchanted StewEdwin John KrizekDear Edwin; I like this free verse presentation of your stew of life...cooking throughout your life with all the ingredients both good and bad.. I especially like the following process edits: "Slowly distilling the toxic from the safe The misery from the happiness the sick from the well" This gives the reader the impression that the cook,through experience, can change the outcome of the final stew and make it better as the life is lived. This processed stew (distilled from life) would be one worth dining and sharing as the You,the author, appropriately states: and taste a meal filled with love. A lovely sentiment to share a full bodied meal of a life well lived with shared love for all. Thank you for sharing this thoughtful work. Gerard2004-05-24 11:26:38
New ChapterKaren RaganDear Karen; A lovely heart searching poem explaining the angst associated with life's requirement for a Mother to share her love of her son with his chosen soulmate. Wonderfully done without self pity, expressing mature judgment and understanding, and ultimately sharing love between all in a growing extended family. You are fortunate to be so wise. Your daughter-in-law picked the right guy...it's clear she will have your support...Very enjoyable read Good to hear from you again, Karen Take care, Gerard2004-05-20 13:24:21
Dreams Will ComeMichael BirdDear Michael; A very nice lullaby...I can almost hear it put to music. It sounds like Kathy could not sleep because she wad a bad dream...Your soft words and rythmic rhyme scheme help set the mood, the cadence, for kathy to fall back to sleep,to dream, to drift, peacefully, slowly, to sleep. Thanks for the read, Gerard 2004-01-23 19:29:59
As to the Site of the Preservation of MemoriesThomas Edward WrightDear Thomas; What a sad,thoughtful,soulful work about facing the preparations involved when planning for a terminally ill parent. Heartwrenching...nostalgic....bittersweet... and sometimes cut and dry, like when picking out the proper...cost-effective headstone or marker. A very good piece...I love the straight forward presentation....and the closing sentiment that through us she'll live on..in here. A thoroughly wise and poignant work... Thank you for sharing this with me...I will remember it for quite a while... Take care, Gerard2003-12-20 20:21:28
cleansingSandra J KelleyDear Sandra; This is a very poignant, soul searching, introspective piece about a nameless woman feeding the pages of her diary one by one into a fire. Not all of the pages we are told, perhaps only those dealing with a sour relationship...or a loved one who has died, or just the events of a past which needs to be forgotten... in either case it is hauntingly familiar to all of us....as everyone has memories they wish to bury/burn so that they can move on unobstructed....I like it...I have no improvements. Thanks for this thoughtful piece. Gerard2003-12-19 16:14:26
The RushKen DauthKen; Ahh...the blessed rush!! and left wanting encores!! What energy!! what delight!!! Rush slowly...seems the underlying message. Thanks for a delightful read. Take care, Gerard2003-11-26 19:29:57
Missingmarilyn terwillegerDear Marilyn; A beautiful and sentimental ode to the daily loss of attentions needs and sharing experienced through missing a soul mate. Sad and Poignant...I especially like the reference in: I miss him when pines whisper and streams ripple or when I make pancakes. Know that he hears you through this wonderful poem, Marilyn, and Thanks for sharing these heartfelt feelings. It is a beautiful work. Gerard 2003-11-26 16:00:10
Tsa-ga-gla-talJoanne M UppendahlDear Joanne; Lovely poem about a Racoon emerging from the woods...seen through the light of the "Full Beaver moon" an apt indian descriptor. I also like the following verse: Ever vigilant, she dances toward me, a sturdy shape on nimble feet We sometimes forget just how nimble these creatures are...especially puffed out in their winter coats. Thank you for a wonderful poem about one of my all time favorite creatures. Take care, Gerard2003-11-23 16:39:59
Deja VuSergio M chavezDear Sergio; Moving poem about the stark realities of living in a disfunctional family with an abusive sibling. Strong language mirrors the strong feelings of hurt associated with such treatment. It is a good thing to vent these geelings. Continue writing until you exhaust this topic. Try writing more short poems on different aspects of this relationship...until your pen tells you to pick something else. An important and moving piece...Thanks for sharing. Take care, Gerard2003-11-20 06:07:01
The Other SideMell W. MorrisDear Mell; What a wonderful tribute to old bridges and the feelings they engender through their simple marriage of form fit and function in accomplishing their goal while creating an ascetically pleasing structure. Love your use of language with such wonderful descriptors as spumescent (foamy)and spavined spans. It is so great to read how you put in words the comfort, security and soulfulness you find through the experience of old wooden bridges. Your descriptive poem allows the reader to experience the bridge and the streams they span in a harmony of use and function as a natural product of man in his environment. This elevates the poem and the readers bridge experience to a higher plane. A most enjoyable read... I cannot look or think of a wooden bridge without seeing it first through your eyes, Mell. A wonderful poem...Thank you for sharing your heartfelt thoughts and feelings. Always your friend, Gerard 2003-11-18 21:33:10
Changing of the SatansC ArrownutHi Arrownut; I have read this poem and enjoyed it. The mythical female figure comes alive as a supernatural creature fighting satan for control of the underworld. I assume you are in the process of creating a full story for use, perhaps, as a serial. Your talent is obvious and good....albeit...writing about the dark or evil... Good luck and keep writing, Thanks for the read Gerard2003-11-12 11:51:35
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