Friday, December 23, 2016

Paradise

A casual read and much delighting.-Lucas Woods 

Engagements

This is just lovely-your imagery is always so lush.-Brenda

Transitional Edge

The poem is philosophical. Good share.-Rajiv Ajjibal, Sirsi,Uttara Kannada,Karnataka

For A Cause

Nice lines, in fact it's meaning has trapped in your beauteous lines... -Muhammad Rashid PK, KOZHIKODE

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Unyielding

I really like this style. There is always a fine line between senseless gibberish and meaningful prose. Your words seem carefully chosen vs haphazardly throw together. Even when they're not understood; a much deeper meaning is obviously apparent. -NotAboutMe

the description is quite mesmerizing
really enjoyed!

keep writing :)-Tazeen Ahmed 

Reviled And Revered

Your writings seem like something one would find in an ancient scroll. You are very gifted at sharing the pain of the human condition. These words seem very relatable; whether they are taken literally or as analogy. -NotAboutMe 

In Totality

Wow - the way you express this is very powerful. Especially the last line. I read the poem twice, and I am having some trouble understanding it, but sometimes I think that's the best thing in a poem - so we might contemplate our own meanings.-Anais Grey

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Jottings

Strings of music pulled from recent and distant history - a salad. -allets 

Meditation

That is so you! A peace image or call for quiet - nice - allets 

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Mood Swings

Wow, so much visually swirling about. Your first stanza hooked me and it just blew me away. Amazing--Brenda

Afterimages

Wow oh wow-this is just beautiful! Your visuals are a story within a story-loved it!-Brenda

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Wings Attached

Your words are so beautiful and yet mystifying. They speak poetically of art that steals the meaning from my lips. Well done. -Mr Darcy

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Dirty homes

It is possible to interpret this poem and most of your poems in general as pessimistic. However, I understand this and many of your other poems as a yearning, a longing, a screech to come out of this insane situation where god dies daily, but closed-eyed people insist on reading something positive where god lives as a decorative possession in affluent homes. They would instantly discard texts that do not speak of beautiful things with beautiful words. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata