fire dancer

fantastic line nothing like the poetic struggle with self the wavelength whipping sending forth signals in the ether like the blinking spin of twin stars the green flash of dusk on the flat curve of ocean meanings of more the echo of the wail treaties of the soul signed in crimson ache great poem Ladyblu

As to 'love/hate' ... for the latter you'd be in a minority of one, for the former you'd have to join a long queue headed by me. A great piece of poetry. The clipped staccato lines are so fitting for the state of mind. I could so easily mine this piece for nuggets - short though it is - and come up rich. The last three lines: such compact power, though I'd expect no less of you. Much love and admiration Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

lovely poem, mysterious, like a veil encloaking a face only half visible. maybe you could smooth out the third stanza by taking out the 'sure - sure' repetition, it disrupts the read a bit. apart from that this is pure silk. your Proprietress

A wonderful write here Ms Blue, as you say simple in it's truth I think, the passion smolders (maybe that's just you on a normal day!!). the heart of it blazing, hidden demurely behind a chinese paper fan. Cheers to you~ Anni ~~~ "A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world; everyone you meet is your mirror." ~Ken Keyes, Jr.

never saw this before Emarie people write about tears and such but the passion the longing the frustration the hurt the fathom that brings such emotion forth ....... such a great poem about passion though just came through again for a re read on a holiday day Your freind Orgami

Marie I can relate to this my friend. In silence I sit and am wanton They have it all I inspire the fire I want to be devoured by the flame who stole my soul I cry I live? I burn I just love the theme Electric Blue

clouds transverse the moments slow and dark draped night hunts the silence of edges mostquitoes on wing hum sated full tired from the sun the wind burn walk along the waterfront with freind learning much from the lives of others beyond my walls my self prison reading this and pondering the voice the want how I know this well and so few relate so sad sometimes I wish someone would understand but wishs are for stars and like my niece wrote sometimes it doesnt come true

ongoing love/hate relationship with yourself, love that expression. Well, I'd rather have a love/hate relationship with myself than with anyone else. Kidding aside, I love this piece. Don't we all experience some burning or other, and don't we all touch the hot places again in spite of the scorching we received the last time? Love, ~Nina

I've chosen several of your works at random to offer critique. Let me know if you find it useful: Firstly, there is a clean image here for the majority of the poem with only a minor stumble for me. This came more from a specific word rather than phrasing, structure, grammar, or punctuation. I've updated the poem with the suggested word in [brackets]. ----------------------------------- in silence she sits having fallen short of her perpetual truth she is wanton of what she can not say but the theme is more more more they have it she knows its true she will get it of that you can be [certain] she is gypsy soul creeper inspire the fire and devour the flame she cries she lives she burns ---------------------------- Use of "sure in the "of that you can be sure" line reduced the impact of the point for me as I feel "sure" is an underwhelming word prone to overuse. --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)