|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|As one who skates around the words and mines the wormholes in my quest for excuses, I applaud this. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Definatley one to ponder over...
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Axilea, Numerous meanings using metaphors, vermin.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Axilla, purging the verbal worms with a proper vermifuge is an effort to continuously wrestle with -- you have certainly managed the task expertly with this poem -- it is a rendering for my library -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michal|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|So much meaning to ponder and reflect upon, Axilea. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|It is amazing how we can get lured in, however the truth does eventually surface, how I know it! Great poem..!!!
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This is wonderfully clever, truly profound!
My favorite lines are the last two, "Not everyone's a poet, not every excuse a poem/ not every soul's a crisp blanket of truth --"
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Axilea, you obviously found the cure in these
though-provoking lines, dear poet. -gene.
|Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti
|Reminds me of my previous marriage <grin>. Great poem!|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|'Not every soul's a crisp blanket of truth'------- I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|A reminder in deinfestation, detox,
you've honed and pared your thoughts and words, Axilea,
to be rid of all that's sloppy and trite;
crispness can be tough for most of us.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Subterfuge: Ah, but poets and non alike are known to hide
beneath a downy counterpane of lies … --Charlie
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Taking care with your words that you slapdashed across the page you still sounded despondent and clearly in need of a special brand of vermifuge, something voodoo-laced, maybe?
I loved this poem because it set me back in my chair and made me think about your words, and each line became clearer and clearer as I reread them for my own particular potion of vermifuge.
It has been quite a while that a poem has sunk its claws into my soul as has this one. A keeper. A rereading of course. Wonderful write. You are major league with this one.