|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/19/03 at 11:03 PM|
this is wonderful ... dripping with familiarity
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/19/03 at 11:46 PM|
Your poem is the antithesis of the empty preoccupation in malldom. You penetrate the existential predicament of women in the gallery of the world, bound soulfully to their relationships. Bouilletian fare fit for savory consumption.
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/20/03 at 01:10 AM|
wow, a woman's soul the most crowded of market places. A powerful and unique metaphor indeed!
There were layers to this, I want to look into again, it was so intriguing
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/20/03 at 04:38 AM|
*jawdrop.* you rule. in ways i could have never pictured or imagined.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/21/03 at 02:41 AM|
*gulp* and yikes...that's quite the ugly...errrrrrr...accurate portrait you paint. It hurt to read it, but I read it to the end and respect the image.
|Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 12/21/03 at 08:17 AM|
Another excellent poem, Max. I'd love to hear Gloria Steinem's comment on this one!
|Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 12/21/03 at 10:19 PM|
This is stunningly beautiful and well-articulated...if you mean it to be about one specific woman's soul. If you were aiming for a commentary about women's souls in general, I might be very disinclined to agree with it. A well-written piece nonetheless.
|Posted by Graeme Fielden on 12/22/03 at 11:35 AM|
woah! heavy writing here Max...a stunningly insightful, extra-dimensional piece. Superb!
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/24/03 at 12:04 AM|
Great poem Max. Too often womens souls are trod upon....Charlie
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/24/03 at 09:04 AM|
whoa, this is so raw and inviting... excellent portrayal, with your signature brilliant word choices... i'd like to stick this on my bathroom mirror :)... blessings...
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/24/03 at 03:35 PM|
Intense, cynical, yet quite truthful for so many (too many) womens' souls. Superbly crafted...expressed Max.
|Posted by Traci Mabats on 12/25/03 at 08:59 PM|
they lick misery like lollipops-ooh, that my favorite line as well.