Paper Dolls (poem) by Cryssa C on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 5, 2009

Not all things are as they seem. A deep write, Cryssa. Hugs, Elizabeth

Reviewed on June 14, 2008

The meaning of this one escapes me..perhaps the loss of childhood?..but my poor understanding dulls it not..you have a lovley 'play with words'..I also wanted to say (but I somehow messed up) about your 'painters and framers' how much I liked it and esp. the last line and that You are a painter of words a colourful (with a U) poet..Thanks Mike

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on March 11, 2008

Perfect!

Reviewed by Sandra Corona

Reviewed on March 6, 2008

Me too! Applause! Loved playing with paper dolls though most of mine were cut from magazines.

Thanks for the memories.

Sandy

Reviewed by Mary Coe

Reviewed on March 5, 2008

How I loved my paper dolls. This poem brought back good memories.

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on March 4, 2008

Thanks for the memories. I, too, loved my paper dolls and hated when my younger sisters would 'color' them with their crayolas. Yep, they were the best of friends.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on March 4, 2008

Oh My!...fairweather friends that can cut you to the core! This is so cleverly and evocatively written. This is one that will linger in my memeory...Best wishes, Diana.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 4, 2008

BEAUTIFUL, I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by William Potter

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

This poem reminds me of a few "friends" that...took advantage of my friendship. An amazing, powerful, creative write.

take care,
WRP

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

What a brilliant construct, Cryssa! This is very well-crafted and conceived and the imagery is all so dove-tailed. Some wonderful lines: I especially like: "I wore their flattery as my crown" and "The paper cut their words gave stung me to the core". A fascinating write which I thoroughly enjoyed. Will stay in my mind! TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

How delicately you combine the two realms of reality and non reality, though I must say I had hours of fun playing with mine and trying to figure out which one I would turn out to be....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 28, 2008

I remember the world of paper dolls well, and spent many afternoons in that world...it seems so tough when you have to learn the lessons

Carole~

Reviewed by Evelyn Simon

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

A lesson learned, is a life earned. Great poem.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Though it is all part of the lessons we all must learn in life,it doesn't make it any easier when we go through it. Excellent poem on all levels!

Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

This poem made me smile and made me a little sad, too, Cryssa. Where did those simpler days of playing with paper dolls go? Now, as adults, the pain that came as the result of our paper dolls' "false promises" seems so petty and miniscule when compared to the real pain inflicted upon us by false human friends.

My Dad always used to tell me not to put friends upon pedestals because they'd be sure to knock themselves off. Every time I did, they did. I know it happens to us all, at one point or another.

Excellent writing,

Jill

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

...one might have known...that a dotted line...when cut...with kindess...might someday tear.
excellent thoughts here Cryssa...
John

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Paper dolls change hands--
Paper dolls change their minds--
"Paper Dolls" is a good, kathartic write. I'm glad you're too big to play with them now. (Unless it's the real ones) I want Goldilocks. Are you done playing with her yet? --Charlie

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

I think we can all say we've had false friends...whether when young, or even now as adults. Excellent Cryssa.

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Sadly, it doesn't get any easier when we're all grown up and should know better. It might even hurt more. ~ Sara

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Excellent writing, Cryssa; well penned! BRAVA!

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

Reviewed by Susan Phillips

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Ah those false friends of youth. I had some of those.
Sue

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on February 27, 2008

Do I remember them? of course I do!!! a long strip of paper, folded many times and then scissors would their magic and when the paper strip got unfolded there came a paper-doll's chain!!!!!
Although, that scissors were meaner than the paper cuts, outch!!!

Georg