|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Sylvia Plath would be envious of you my little one|
|Reviewed by richard poor
|i see...because of your words, the power that is written with,very good!!!|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|"But the serrated wound, the zig-zagged laceration, is what time it all begins." Oh Maria, this cuts to the quick for anyone with chronic or terminal illness or who has been a caregiver of same, or who have known someone who took their own life! "...the sting of being thrown, earthbound in the middle of a sodden dream..." Incredible write!
|Reviewed by Brian Pellerino
I missed this one and I'm glad I sniffed around for it. I can't stop saying "The soul-jerk cut of reality". Expertly rendered. You speak these words with the intimacy of a lover. It's truly chilling. I wonder, would you do me a favor?
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I love the way you write, Maria; and what you have to say. Love and peace to you. Sorry I missed this before but I was away.
|Reviewed by M Flack
|Very dark and eddy images. You seem to be developing a unique area poetry...
I enjoyed the starkness and beauty of this poems rhythm...
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|Some powerfully dark imagery expressed exceptionally well Maria.
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|You choose your words carefully, and that's obvious, Maria. Great work. ~~Nordette|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|serrated wound of life... nicely done, maria.
|Reviewed by Trainee Poet (Reader)
|This again a poem about existential struggles, about duality...a psychobiological journey. I sense a Plathian atmosphere in this dark gem of a write. I am not convinced with enjambment decision in S1 L7 & 8. S3 L8 sounds a bit choppy, but then these can be my problem...
I loved that irony, I won't call oxymoron, at the end which can so well suggest "it is life, it is mortality" as well.
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Yep You Just Can't Go Back Pick Up Those The Pieces!
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|My black side loves this, Maria; the white side also says it is excellent poetry and acutely developed as a premise as well! Ah yes... how surgical is the straight blade, but the turning of the screw is what is required for the outside to hurt more than the pain that rankles invisibly inside sometimes. Back into Anne Sexton: "But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know "which tools". They never ask "why build". You lift the lid on some of the thought-processes which contribute to the desire to self-harm or self-destruct here. Brilliantly done. TY Kate xx (PS wrote a poem, "Singing" which thinks a bit about this...)|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most powerful dark imagery in this one... Maria
|Reviewed by jude forese
|the pain. Eyes never see it, they donít
grasp the sting of being thrown,
earth-bound in the middle
of a sodden dream.
excellent insight, Maria ... a stark glimpse into reality ...
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|It's painful and cutting. Poetry and verse
can express everything that is felt.
All our emotions! You've moved me with this.
|Reviewed by Roger Ochs
|This one leaves defensive wounds on the hands of the psyche. Bravo!|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Maria I feel as if I plunged into the abyss for a lethal kiss...
Your pen is so potent when you use realities ink, it hurts;-)
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Wow so deep it scared me but also gave me reason to stop and think about a lot of things. That is what poetry should do sometimes.
|Reviewed by john zimmerman
|the title both hooked and mislead me, which made the impact all the greater...
a dark piece which illumines a portion of life no always seen
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|This poem rocked me into that uneasy place where we have been and wish we had not trod...it is dark and covered with cobwebs and it gives that sick feeling in the pit of the stomach that reminds us that we have done something that goes against our self-imposed moral code.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|A sombre and dark piece that touches the soul