|Reviewed by Micha Julian
|amazing poem, richard, oh..the imagery, that 'haphazard form'...this poem, such an amazing blend of beauty/innocence and reality/innocence soiled...do not know what to say, perfection..awe, beauty and we, our own 'beasts'...bravo poetry!|
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|So richard..the sky is not perfect...God has spilled ink on it...the stars are not perfect they are haphazardly placed, and then even the dreams have been soiled..what is supposed to be perfect....is not...great..fantastic..Floria|
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Richard, man always spoils innocence, Right.
Put he can't spoil the innocence of God.
|Reviewed by Thelma Shutters
|I agree Very thought provoking. Thelma|
|Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
|excellent. Enjoyed this one..|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Beautiful Richard. Your work has a simple richness to it.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i wonder what god was writing before he spilled the ink? well crafted... tight imagery...|
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
NOW THIS IS AWESOME...
|Reviewed by Erica Ivory
that we have soiled..
|Reviewed by Chester Hardy lll
|Excellent write Richard, very smooth.|