| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Brookes on 11/29/03 at 01:05 AM Something takes a delicious turn for the sinister in such a small space. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/29/03 at 06:27 PM can we say: ouch. OUCH. O.o like, it's soft, at first, and smoothe, like the flat of a blade, away from the edges, until you prick your finger and realize you nearly lost one. gashing. |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 11/29/03 at 06:38 PM striking and succinct... brilliantly well done. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 11/30/03 at 11:11 PM ooo... excellent imagery... biting... you rock... blessings :) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/30/03 at 11:14 PM Hmmm... your poem reflects the dark side of "light" and puts a human twist on the reality of physics you describe. A small and powerful burst of energy is your poem. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/01/03 at 03:41 PM That blasted sun. Too often it is seen as a warm fuzzy. Great to see it described as a consumer that fades vitality! Great read. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/01/03 at 09:06 PM quite the bite to this. And wrinkles her skin too, causing early aging? Strong work. |
