|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Vickie, as usual I enjoy your recitations - and this "Subtle Morsel" is no exception - "this emotional debt of gratitude that wavered about the silvery elms with intangibility as I held tightly to the sacred messengers" is a marvelous poem within a poem - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen
|I love the mixture of sensuality blending with realistic events of sorrow and even the notions of the loss of hope, where I one can lose themselves in their own sorrow.
Great write Vickie
peace and love forever
|Reviewed by D. Vegas
|Victoria, If it was a perfect world we would not be in the predicament that we are in...I think we all find our own truths eventually...sometimes they are very hard to swallow---truthfulness!
|Reviewed by David cox
|love it, it's beeen a long time since you have done a recitation, i could listen to your voice for hours, more please.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|unfortunately, Vickie, can't access this one
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|My plugged ears prevented me from hearing the gist of your poem. It be nice if you could post the words as well.
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|and forever more a soul melding into a cosmic twinship. what is the shape of truth? a sphere? truth coagulates and sets us free tangibly recognizable in circular vibes emitted by the messengers...a rite of passage held sacred and scrutinized by none if...if it was a perfect world with no jealousies and pain...deliverance justifies existence for those souls like us who are a cut above the mold and christ-like in power...