|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Fantastic images congregated in the back of my mind as I read your words.
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Excellent work! Holly|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Some surreal imagery indeed, like a painting that speaks to the senses, though, rather than directly to the intellect.
The two lines that end your poem make me think of the reflections on time (and space) and the recent evolution of these concepts.
I have enjoyed your poetry.
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...as if to be sung...with jazz like quality...rich tones in these words...each phrased with individuality...coming together.
on the edge...
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|You test the limits so well Saberi keeping your reader engaged with bated breath to see where you're taking us next! Kudo's!
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|something in this reminds me of a Edvard Munch painting; all sinew and rawness. . .. a slight bit off in its ethe/r.eality. ..
i love it. ..
especially the dangling spaces in between. ..
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|This is one of those poems that leaves the reader grasping for your thoughts, wishing to complete the depth with an analysis of each line...and then it is all defined.....Surreal...
|Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury
|I really enjoy the images that you often project. Here is what I felt when I read your beautiful lines.
The innocence of humanity has been worn away,
Lightened by side streets that detour man in a mindless stupor;
As working has become their reward for unshackled chaos.
While peoples characters have become reversible as rain coated serpents,
With clouds of darkened future leaving a window sash parted slightly to vent the gain;
Cleansing of streets with muddy ichors drainings.
As the crickets and tree frogs sing of natures nightime refrain,
Gathering the subterfuge of a lost humanities identity;
Whose pain has been numbed by lost bloodlines haste.
With breathless exhaustion slowly peeling back the raw drippings,
Charted by a Nanoreel imploded by infinite space.
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|A really Kool profound piecec Sabrie
Loved the cadence
Love & Peace
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Shades of the beat poets of the 1950s, this one shrieked out at you in black and white and stark realism . . . That realism is what makes this better than most of the beats . . . Very good . . .|