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Grow
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His obsessive nature is divided: he must control, from a distance yet his mouth is open, ready to swallow every drop of feminine essence even so, even more, he’s divided vulnerability turned into paralysis Red motives, she opens the curtains to sing to the day ten years of obscurity should be chased with a woman’s hand and a determined gesture, gesture, gesture, the energy constant of gesture, gesture, posture; she waves hello to the window opposite, hello to me Her face says yesterday I saw the future that’s why I lived twice today I’m not a contract geisha besides, geishas receive some of the things I’m only longing for Today, his face says ok, if I must make an effort to get what I want I’d rather give up what I want. She is learning to live more, more! He is learning to live smaller, neurotic small he’d give up anything not to work for a woman His character is barely alive on paper an inhabitant of dusty drawers meanwhile she comunicates her energy to me, her voice is born in my throat; let me sing and grow, push the curtain with the red motive.

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on February 14, 2013

Learning to project herself more and more...

Deborah

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

~Axilea~
To sing to the day.. true red motives of the heart.
Beautifully captured ever to "Grow"

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 12, 2013

The underscoring of his paralysis as compounded by her vibrant pushing of the curtains to let in life, light, and her gesture, gesture, posture-ing is almost like religious ritual, mantra - as if their very (in)actions can bring about their competing desires. This is very finely articulated and sketched for us and the counter-tensions are absolutely palpable: such evenly-matched wills compete here in an almost psychotically compulsive way. I can so relate to this as a mind-game although you have given us such a well-defined visceral picture.

Love:

His character is barely alive on paper
an inhabitant of dusty drawers

Top drawer as always, Axilea! :) xx

Reviewed by John Flanagan

the woman realises her own strength
and no longer under the chauvinist yoke
opens the curtains to self-expression
and self-assertion...that takes some doing
for many women and for millions, especially
on the continent where i live, it is impossible
but there are small improvements, but only small

a fine declaration, Axilea

john

ps: and yes i accept all credit cards!

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on February 11, 2013

I love the way that you connect the woman and the speaker in the end...VERY artfully and heartfully done clever girl!
I also like how you weaved in the geisha. So often women are bound. So often, without the ESCAPE!!!
Blessings,
Christine xx

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

I sense a woman growing stronger and a man growing weaker. Or is it women and men?

Ron

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

very well penned control is its own judgement eventually
budd

Reviewed by Iliana Tersy-Tuzo

what a lovely poem. i wrote a similar one years back called the passion paradox. growing pains are hard. it's difficult; but you find a way to accept things, and make some decisions that are good for you. she seems like she's on the brink--such is life.

Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti

I like the small print for the word control -- guys that are controlling often have small minds and write very small.

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reads like a scene from a movie I'd love to watch, sophisticated and beautifully written!

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)

Reviewed on February 10, 2013

oh well drawn, well-read, motive and all... brings to mind a dramatic monologue I'm sure you know and love: "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning. Deliciously wrought... oh, you are in fine form with this one, Axilea.