|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Creative, Vickie. I like how you draw inspiration. Enjoyed:)
|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|Captivating my dear friend!!!|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Great writing Vickie, you facinate me with your work.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|...elements full circle..your poem is touching Vickie!!|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|deeply moving and quite intensely written, my dear friend! My favorite lines:
Sealing the edges
of wisdom’s perfection;
Mosaic realms of sand
transformed by fire
summon to open palms
raising self control.
To fire and self control? I say forget the self control and bring on the fire.....It 's spring after all, rebirth, renewal!
Peace, love, and light,
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Hope that "liberations chalice" doesn't fall to little blue pieces when shock by a deep thought...
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|LIBERATON'S CHALICE...AND THE QUESTION IS...HOW MUCH IS ONE WILLING TO RELEASE OF ONE'S 'SELF'...FOR REAL...FREEDOM? INTERESTING AND DONE WELL, THIS WORK GOES HAND AND HAND WITH THE PICTURE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Colorful mosaic you've put together here.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Fired in the kiln of experience and knowing, there is no returning, we open to an infinite patio and our glaze is luminous, and your writing and thinking are luminous, Vickie,
|Reviewed by The Poetess
|Nice and deep.|
|Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen
|Very revealing and very wise Vickie, I am touched by its profound nature.
As you and I see this in its totality we refoect on its wholeness in thought and
reality. I must also think of those who are in abolescence of awakening. Although temperance becomes our vehicle, that drives us down roads up and over hills of uncertainty that without it, our temperance, we may crash into the insanity of endless indecision.
Even with this great virtue we will feel the heat of the iron laid upon our skin.
Self dicipline's reformation IS our only hope guided by our emotions understood. as you so beautifuly penned.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|It always amazes me how such raw materials such as sand can end up being such beautiful creations as tile or stained glass but yet it happens. Are humans not also in a sense capable of being turned from something crude into something beautiful...your poem captures a lot of this Vick.