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Black Locust
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Toxic Emotions Need To Be Allowed To Wither; To Release An Unearthing Into A New Freedom of Emotional Wealth..... Birthing Beauty from Cacoons Darkness... Rebirthing...Freedom...
Photography Artist: http://_absence_is_steel.deviantart.com Black Locust Unearthed in the dim grounds by the staunch oak roots; stability of jasmines honey dew are no longer flourishing. In the laurels of the heart from the pulpit of perseverance; the protective grounds of lovely blooms no longer grow. Within the delirium swelled of forbidden hemlocks poisons; bark of the black locust now lay in the foliages of lost decay. Coming forth within the beacons of moonseeds last ported eye; an unrighteous fortress is now hidden within a wall of stones. (Written: April 11^th, 2008 4:03 p/m) Copyright © 2008 Vickie L. McColley In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love poétesse d ‘ amour ~ poétesse romantique Embraced ~ Embrassé

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on December 1, 2008

Hello Vickie,

What a fabulous image - and a very depthful, emotive penning.

Hugs,

Lance

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on April 12, 2008

I wanna be free, please let me be free! Images of soulful pain abound. Jon Michael Willey

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

This my darl V is astonishing! I love the play of images in my mind and the picture as usual vraiment tres belle (sorry my computer has not a French keyboard)

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

swelling delirius lashed with hemlocks poisoning...but you can't even if you try to bend or break the oak of your spirit.

Georg

Reviewed by Felix Perry

From out of the shadows springs the echoes of your voice as this write, intense and gothic almost brings the reader into an ominous picture. Deep.

hugs
Fee

Reviewed by R Beeman

i love the subtle darkness to this write. very natural and revealing. an escape into the stone, yet no way is found. a picture painted in deep words that many can relate too by their own souls if they are brave enough to dig that deep and feel the roots of oak and taste the taint of poisons elixir.

as always embraced i am.
randy

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on April 11, 2008

Just rings of a symbollic tortured soul begging to be set free, very descriptive and full of colorful images....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Very intriguing "feel" to this poem. It felt very "pagan" to me, but I'm not sure I could explain why. There's often a sense of the mysterious in your writing that begs the reader to return to your words.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

I surely do not mean this in a "bad" way but your verses remind me of the witches in Shakespeare's "Macbeth." Well done, girl. Love, peace, hugs, and best wishes,

xo Regis

bzzt

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Stunning picture and poem, Vickie; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

I love all the imagery - beautifully penned wonderment, Vickie, well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.