|Reviewed by Mark Mahoney
|A graphic write Lady A, done as only yourself can do, thats with style and skill and such grace...well done my fiend, take care...Mark xx|
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|super poeming Lady. like this. G|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|Fine write, Anita! We shut our shutters against the light, for fear of the unknown. Still, the light finds its way through the cracks as if to tease us awake. Those who are wise will rub their eyes...|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Totally walled in. Thinking of Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall.
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|Brilliant write. Metaphorically powerful and emotionally gripping. A beautiful double commentary on the sad blight created by the abandonment of both physical and inner structures. Particularly enjoyed the blend of concrete and surrealistic imagery.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Quite a haunting, thought provoking write, Lady A.|
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Powerful! "To spill the ink of lonely night"
Awesome line amongst many.
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
there is no ceiling
and the walls
have lost their meaning
when we give our dreams
wings to fly.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*® Authors & Creations
|Yet dream has this power, subtle but intense, of seeping through almost invisible cracks on the wall... and ultimately, flowing out, and then giving the landscape a marvelous twist... :0)
Beautifully written, as always, Anita.
|Reviewed by Sara Coslett
|That's what happens. Seems like this is true for life too. As we get older, perhaps bolder, others try to board us up too. Excellent poem Anita. Your writing is always top-notch. ~ Sara|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|There is a lot of sadness and emptiness in this write, Anita. It reminds me of that lady skeleton that is sitting on the bench still in her nice dress, purse at her side with the words beneath it saying "Waiting for Mr. Right." I like the way you used the solidness and lightlessness of a brick tomb, it really made your verses slam my senses.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|I find New York city, waaay to over bearing. I like our old york..
Never seen such massive buildings, and I sure don't like them.
The lady with the base ball bat, in the hudson is about max height.
Your sign reminds me of one we have outside the gents in canterbury. -NO BALL GAMES- George Michael never goes there..
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Much brilliance in this one Anita! Your poems always make me feel like I'm singing, no matter the content! Such a pleasure!(since I love to sing;-)
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
A claustrophobic feel to this one--vividly captured, powerfully imaged and expressed. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))), love and continued prayers, Karla. :)
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I like the structure of this poem, and of course, it's powerful meaning as well. Thank you, Anita. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Slammin! :-) Nordette|
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|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|Yes it does sis. Beautiflly written and so poignant. When will we ever learn, the answer ... is blowin' in the wind. Thnx for sharing Anita. May the Lord Jesus bless you, ansd be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy tot he world, peace on earth, & (((HUGS))), your big little sister, Barbie
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."