The shift from the barren trees to the solitary woman is so effortless, so artfully done that you almost don't notice it happening. The images-- "a holocaust of locust", "a testimony of small mayhems", the final (and flat-out brilliant) image of the black slip falling-- are inventive and wonderfully visual. This piece walks easily and confidently in the very large shoes of its predecessors.
thank you thank you for sending me this request.
i've been very busy, and i know it was sent months ago, but i've only been getting on to shortly submit pieces and update small things.
as for this, it was absolutely wonderful.
simplistic and ethereal, it made my day.
This was an absolutely wonderful piece. What a surprise. It was beautiful, creative, flowed easily, and the imagery was amazing! I look forward to reading more of your writing.
another excellent poem...I especially like your last line, the image of the slip, the stylish float, the sensible shoes...this one will go in my favorites!
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Beautifully sad.......life so often disappoints. I like too many lines here to detail them all. The poem seems to gather its strength as it goes along... Really like 'I hold a map of sex and survival' ... amen a million women say. 'There is no spring awakening' ... ouch! That line is so matter of fact, yet so final. I love the last 4 lines.....especially the last lines. Ach, we are left with NOTHING once the passion and the disappointment has passed apart from being sodding sensible.......being sensible seems to be what happens to us, if we are lucky. Ach, I hate life sometimes, in the way it strips us of energy and passion. But... I will be sensible about it. How can one hate life? Let's be sensible now! Great dismount after a stiring performance!
This piece left me breathless. Every piece I read of yours finds some silent spot in me that I had forgotten. You voice the feeling so much better than I ever could have. I think I'll nominate you as the voice of womanhood. When mankind wants to know the mysteries of the female mind, we'll send them to you.
The shift from the barren trees to the solitary woman is so effortless, so artfully done that you almost don't notice it happening. The images-- "a holocaust of locust", "a testimony of small mayhems", the final (and flat-out brilliant) image of the black slip falling-- are inventive and wonderfully visual. This piece walks easily and confidently in the very large shoes of its predecessors.
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I live in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Although my passion is poetry, I recently published a novel called, Women of the Round Tabl.. more..