![]() ![]() |
![]() | Invalid Item ![]() |
Hello Mandy ![]() I just read your poem "Invalid Item" ![]() Keep in mind that I'm merely basing my review off my own personal interpretation of your work and don't feel obligated to use any suggestions that may lie within. I consider myself a forever student and sometimes simply enjoy exploring new poetic devices I have learned when I notice them. Hopefully you'll find this review helpful and encouraging! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A thin line between sanity and insanity dreams do make. A nice dark trip into a mind stretched thin with a jester as a guide and hopeful yet unfulfilling friend. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A very interesting rhyme scheme that lends a fun read. I thought this was going to be plain old free verse poem but the rhyme made it more fun to read. Heavy usage of description brings a different feel than what I'm used to from you but it's done very well coloring in the tale with a whole dream world that is fascinating and easily seen. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Once again the format is daunting on this piece, making it a bit hard to read, especially with all the thick description. It needs to be broken up into bite size pieces so the reader can absorb this painting of pictures. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The jester is my favorite part. In life, much like the tarot card, The Fool, he represents a sort of innocence, so when brought into the dark realms of dreams he certainly makes a fool of the narrator who blindly follows him, hoping he'll help but he leads him somewhere unexpected. A monster rules the kingdom of your heart and licks a golden chalice on his throne, while robbing me of skin, of flesh, of bone; my jester says it's pretty to pretend. I reach the wooden door and find it nailed. The wood is rough and ragged to my touch. I beg my tinkling, somersaulting crutch to swim the moat and help my mind to mend. Instead he springs and leaps in fits of joy– a bounding apparition is my fool who tells me I should serve the monster's rule and feed the inner screams that now ascend. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() You paint such beautiful worlds, you should make a book of your dark works! ![]() ![]() ![]() ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ![]() ![]()
|