Until the next splinter (poem) by Zenith Elliott on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by The Gentle Man

Reviewed on May 29, 2003

It's the tiny things that often cause us the most pain....enjoyed your poem very much Zenith!

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on May 29, 2003

This was excellent, I loved this wonderful poem you have written, Just got to me so deeply tonight,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Nancy D.

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Nice concept of pain, well done.

Nancy

Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Zenith WOW I've been there too! This is a Super Write and I love the way you have done it!
~Nikki~

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

I know that feeling well.
I loved the way you did this poem,fantastic!

Reviewed by Candida Eittreim

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Wow!! what a masterful work I love this.

Candy

Reviewed by Dana Matthews (Reader)

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Wow! Now this is just damn good! Very sharp expressions penned to perfection!

~DAM~

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

This is excellent. I can't anything that hasn't already been said. Imagery is perfect.

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Super!
Leland

Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Good Morning, Ms.Elliot
I like this write very much, actually I think it is exceptional. We all get splinters, it is the severe slashes that do the most damage. I like your style too!!

Tony

Reviewed by Kerry Compton Star Girl

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Life can be like this at times...I really enjoyed the metaphors in this...so true.

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Zenith the metaphors and verses are excellent in this one.
Peggy

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Good write indeed:

Like a surgeon you remove your particle of pain. Wow! This one is so great!

Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$

Reviewed by L. Kolenich (Reader)

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

Nicely done. I love the imagery. Would suggest correcting possessives...with apostrophes.

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on May 26, 2003

A splinter of pain, a splinter of sorrow. Many splinters crash into our world and lives. So hard to handle all of them and hurting when each one touches your heart. What an undestanding write. Understanding pain that is in all our lives. Bill

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on May 25, 2003

"...I stumble...
upon a miniture...
particle of my depair...
with surgeons skill..
I remove ...
an offending intruder..."

Great lines. Love the poem.