|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
|Wow Walter! You mind goes into overdrive! Excellent!
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|Wow- YOur imagination is OVERWelminggg Walter.....Dream on. YOu have books out right, hmmm..... YOU capture something in my tiny brain, waiting to be fed at the right moments; with the right food. Lady,Sheee|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
I'm just glad I had not eat before reading this! You've quite the churning imagination, to say the least.
There are people and situations that can leave us with the feelings of being eaten alive..You've captured that scenario well here.
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Well, this vivid write certainly holds the reader's attention! Yuk! Whatever will you pen next?|
|Reviewed by Tracey Hardie
|To be eaten from the inside-out..is not a very good feeling...nor be be left with a shell exposing what little is left... excellent (too vivid)write Walter.|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Reviewed by Robin Labenberg
|This is the creepiest poem I have ever read..smile..very graphic|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|all-consuming poem! graphic delivery ...|
|Reviewed by Edward Lupinacci
Don't worry the maggots are not real it is just what is seems like when someone causes you to feel like your insides are being eaten alive. But if you must know i did have rice last night if that puts better images into your head
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|You wouldn't put a guy on, would you? Actually I had read this . . . yucky poem earlier in the day but decided to hold off commenting on it until I . . . figured out what the hell I would say about the, ugh, maggot and things. I still don't know what to say about them but you prompted this by your own spoofing comments of my own poem. Yuk.|
|Reviewed by Cynth'ya email@example.com
|My uncle is a mortician. This makes his work look pleasant. Your gift of using words graphically is an understatement here. But it's an insect's fragrant bouquet (or desert on Fear Factor.)
Icky Sticky poem, (do you know Ed Kostro?)
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Ewwwwwwwwwwww...creepy! What the eyes can see...chillingly effective poetry, Sir!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :0 *screaming*
(If I have nightmares, I'm blaming yew!!! LOL) WELL DONE!!!!!!
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This is certainly startling, Walter, especially as it is so graphic and surgically described - and you take us from the actual to the more imaginative anthropomorphic very deftly. Because of this shift, this poem makes its point in a very powerful way, and reminds me of the use of all the whatsit-scopes that get sent into our inners these days to perform both investigations and operations. Intriguing, too, with the reference to the old song about the woman in the second stanza... unless I am missing something obvious?! This write bursts with a confidence that makes it, as well as its gripping subject material, very compelling. Makes me want to run and get my medicine handbook to check that I'm still breathing! TY Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Yukky...this is quite creepy...but the poor bugs must eat too....right?
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|WOW! Walter, this gave me the creeps, but it is a fantastic capture of what disease can do, and I hope it's only a metaphor. Otherwise someone has been very sick, or is dead. maggots ugh!
Thanks for back reading my work;-)