Anguish of a poem

At first I thought this was about the we-all-get-em writer's cramp... but then your last two stanzas floored me and it all fell together... I've now read it three times and liked it more each time... the build up, the painted picture.. wonderfully versed... I just wish poetry like this wasn't still needed in this day and time. Sad to know that mankind hasn't yet embraced all men as being the equals they are. Your strong voice is heard here and as far as I know, among poets, color isn't an issue... at least that has been my observance... well worded piece of Art... should be written under a magnificent painting... Richard

it rolls of the tongue like pure wisdom...sadly this wisdom comes yet how beautifully you have conqured it... forever your fan, <3 Emarie @~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@ 'My prayer is a rapture in blue' - The Ink Spots 'My Prayer' 1939

and resultant anger. So well justified. So well earned. It's been too long. Given enough time (hopefully fewer than eons!), there'll be such a genetic mix, it'll be hard to distinguish Caucasian from a number of Othersians. Perhaps by then at least some of this stupid (yes, stupid!) racial stuff will die from irrelevancy. And please don't misread me here. I'm not blasting your feelings about the present state of affirs. I am blasting the present state of affairs regarding our faulty distinguishment of race. Kudos from this corner. Glad you're here. And thanx, Chuck

Please, come a time no mans ignored for soley their thought and acts adored what is color? a mix of vibrant hues refracted through light Each special, each bright, each magnificent without the spice of variation, this earth would be a dull and gloomy place I know you have much to tell, both good and bad. I can see your celebration of life and love of nature in what i have read that you have written. Let no man.. NO MAN place boundaries on your imagination. .....no thought is wasted ink, unless....is to the detriment of another human being. ah...great writing from you once again! Always Sincere, Tonya

Who could ignore such a powerful piece? I can't, had to comment! Only read 2 of your poems thus far and am yet again blown away, there really is some wonderful work here on Neopoet, and yours ranks right up there! much love b x