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|Reviewed by Cles Wilson
|Another great poem by you. Very deep in words that express so much emotion.|
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|"Heavy meaning once rich, now hollow. Only ink. Only paper."
This line says so much. I think, as writers, most of us have been in this space at one time or another - and, sometimes, for far too long. Expressive work here... keep writing.
|Reviewed by Angels Near
|The very same chair you express in your so eloquent poem is the very same chair a less than fortunate mother bought for her little girl long ago.
This is truly a beautiful portrayal Colin... And, again I shall pray for God to remove the coldness the pain far from your heart and soul.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Well, first, welcome to the den. This is a fine work. Bravo.|
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
|Dim light on a wilted rose
Next to a door slowly closing
I can hear the sound of the door
closing , and a trapped feeling
entering your grey world. This
touched me deeply. I suffer depression
and sometimes the grey walls and cement
floor is mine. Awesome write... it
|Reviewed by Erica Ivory
|Blown quietly to the past, denying the time, denying the place.
Pithy poems in golden pen my only desire to believe.
Heavy meaning once rich, now hollow. Only ink. Only paper
Loved this part.. Excellent
|Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan
|Deep and profound write.. loved this line-->
"Heavy meaning once rich, now hollow. Only ink. Only paper."