You've taken the interlocking form another step forward. Damn, you're good!
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
Changing moods and changing thoughts. Wonderful Tracy, The meaning, no matter how you read them are the same. We all face them.
Love from India - Joel -
Reviewed by Raymond Ratty (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
hey...that was really neat tracey...you have awesome talent...im lucky i can write a poem, multiple ways, communications and meanings...im lucky i can write this review!
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
Sometimes all I want, is to run!
A 100 miles in the opposite direction
Sometimes all I want, is to run!
like a bat out of hell
Sometimes all I want, is to run!
screaming at the top of my lungs
Sometimes all I want, is to run!
saying words I would never speak.
Yes i see what you mean how this fits all different ways
i tried it backwards but then i couldn't see the screen
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
This one speaks volumes to me, I understand this all too well.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
Yes it can Tracey! You started me off with
the portrait. The portrait to me is a
presence shattered. All broken up. But as
she runs ... the poem changes to fulfillment,
to lonliness, to the thought that life is a
fantasy and running avoids it. ?? I hope I
am close somewhere in here. But you are
right. Everyone will see it differently,
and some like myself may see things that
aern't there. Isn't this what good poetry
does? It is explicit and easy to read and
enjoy, yet in its simplicity lies its
complexities. Some writers here are very
complex but thoroughly misunderstandable.
They seem to love to wite to confuse and vex
the mind. You write clearly and achieve
what they cannot. They cannot communicate.
Their complexities presented only clouds
their poems, and many will say to them that
the poem is wonderful ... without the
slightest idea what the poet is talking
about. But you have advanced far beyond
their talented but very rudimentary skills.
Everyone should read and analyse this poem.
Maybe they will learn how to advance to a
more meaningful level in their work. I know
I will. Good poetry communicates, not
obfuscates, and this is good poetry.
((Hugs)) Bill Murray
LMAO.......Ted.. you know the funny thing is.. I could imagine you doing this!!!!!
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
I read it standing on one foot with my mouth open and then standing on the other foot with my mouth closed and your right, too entirely different meanings.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
Five years have passed. The sequel to the award-winning Chapel of Eternal Love, this book revisits the same couples in the first book, and where the lives have taken them since they left the altar at The Chapel of Eternal Love
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Love from India - Joel -
A 100 miles in the opposite direction
Sometimes all I want, is to run!
like a bat out of hell
Sometimes all I want, is to run!
screaming at the top of my lungs
Sometimes all I want, is to run!
saying words I would never speak.
Yes i see what you mean how this fits all different ways
i tried it backwards but then i couldn't see the screen
the portrait. The portrait to me is a
presence shattered. All broken up. But as
she runs ... the poem changes to fulfillment,
to lonliness, to the thought that life is a
fantasy and running avoids it. ?? I hope I
am close somewhere in here. But you are
right. Everyone will see it differently,
and some like myself may see things that
aern't there. Isn't this what good poetry
does? It is explicit and easy to read and
enjoy, yet in its simplicity lies its
complexities. Some writers here are very
complex but thoroughly misunderstandable.
They seem to love to wite to confuse and vex
the mind. You write clearly and achieve
what they cannot. They cannot communicate.
Their complexities presented only clouds
their poems, and many will say to them that
the poem is wonderful ... without the
slightest idea what the poet is talking
about. But you have advanced far beyond
their talented but very rudimentary skills.
Everyone should read and analyse this poem.
Maybe they will learn how to advance to a
more meaningful level in their work. I know
I will. Good poetry communicates, not
obfuscates, and this is good poetry.
((Hugs)) Bill Murray
Jack