Societal views wrap around our unique beauty, weighing it down so that it burdens and ultimately destroys our soul
Dark and haunting wisps of air/entangled in the willow's hair/their fickle streams cumber the sheath/forcing her to bow her head/and weep
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Reviews of "The Willow"
Reviewed by Robert Harrison (Reader)
Reviewed on October 6, 2012
A write set out in abstract form. Cleverly done so as not to be pondered over at length to be able to interpret its meaning. A cleverly painted picture in words.
Robert
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2012
Your introductory line alone is remarkably profound. The artwork is also profound. I understand this poem. Stunning. ~~ Diana
Pure artistry, so beautiful that it overpowers meaning. My feeble brain cannot see the connect with the opening statement. Perhaps there is some hidden message there that I cannot understand.
Although I like your poem and its message, Shirley, I think it would be more effective if you were to go ahead and release the breaks into simple lines.
This is the long-awaited 4th book of The Chronicles of Henry Roach-Dairier, a future world without people. Think Planet of the Ants, not Planet of the Apes, for young adults and adults.
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