| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/02/04 at 11:39 PM And yet Christians are called to be "the salt of the earth." See... you always make me think. But yes, the poem is, as said above, dry and arid, more like a preservative than a spice... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/03/04 at 03:54 AM WOW! Great symbolism! Thought provoking! |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/03/04 at 06:34 AM you have a wonderful knack of taking something, mixing it up and throwing it precisely where we need it: in our face... isn't this interesting... profound and thought provoking... good job... blessings... |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/04/04 at 02:05 AM YIKES!!! I never thought of it that way. Ok. Ummmm....I may be thinking twice before I reach for that little shaker again...LOL |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 01/04/04 at 04:31 PM quite vivid...i loved reading this... |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 01/05/04 at 10:01 PM An excellent follow-on to the biblical story. Thought provoking and haunting in its imagery. Masterfully done. |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 03/10/04 at 03:15 AM Gosh, Max. As if I don't ALREADY have enough issues with food...and God...and guilt...:o) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/31/04 at 04:24 PM Your poem crosses continents and centuries and brings a blessing to all of our lookings-back, touching our regrets with Love. Great poem, my friend. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/15/04 at 07:00 PM "She bleeds salt from
sandblasted stigmatas
and cries sand from
ever open eyes." Great stanza! Also, I love the twist at the end |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 05/01/04 at 08:53 PM oh i loved this. i always enjoy pieces that mess with your mind just a tad. brilliant max! |
| Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 05/20/05 at 04:15 AM "the wind scatters her/yet she cannot forget herself" --nice. funny ending |
