|Reviewed by Joyce White
|Hi Sage, love this...artful...bloody artful...lol Thanking you for time for message. I didn't know we got reviews on Audio's. I thought I sounded kind of Oakyyyyy? I'd love a review at Authorsden.com/joycewhite or at http://www.amazon.com/Sculpting-Heart-Joyce-White/product-reviews/1434320669/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1
I got another radio show at Lady Bug Live.com at Write on only a half hour. I think I did a little better. Also, I redid my website if you'd like to take a look. Good art slide. Song is my favorite. Draw me close to you. Love Joyce
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|such a history has that nasty barbed wire!|
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|I have had my share of barbed wire fences to keep me from doing what I needed to do, but I have overcome every one of them. There is great imagery here sis, and a sense of accomplishment at the end. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister Barbie.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|No Barbed wire is going to stop this renegade...Exceptional poetry with a very strong energy. You go and take me along too...
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|..ay there's the sting of the biting wire that drives us back, herds us together, control of the proles as Peter says...the Orwellian world was with us long before we became fully aware of it.
Strong, Sage, and more strength to you every day.
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|This is really cutting edge, pardon the pun. Thank you for having the moxy to write and post this. The line which really kicks me in the teeth is the one describing the long-horn steers, so much power in numbers yet due to their conditioning, they back away from four pathetic, twisted barbed strands and remain on the plantation, so to speak. Is this not typical of mankind? It's like when Orwell says in 1984 that until the Proles rebel, they'll never become conscious. And they'll only become conscious if they rebel. Therein lies the transformation you speak of. A long and bloody process. Not easy. Renegades are few and far between; but nature does everything in abundance so that no matter how many followers we have, there will always exist the renegade somewhere in that mix. Will you or I or someone else be that person? I think you've already answered that. In fact, there's no other way to be in my opinion. Three cheers for the iconoclasts and let the good times roll!! Excellent piece.|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|The grass is not always greener on the other side but don't fence me in. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|defining moments indeed
which lines to cross
which lines to draw
and also which fences to climb
and which ones to adhere too
it is so good knowing both sides of the fence :)
wild flowers & living fences