|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/11/05 at 03:52 PM|
Ironic symbolism used quite effectively.
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/11/05 at 04:21 PM|
counting rainbows could be like playing tag... this poem emotes feeling thashed with reality... the rise, apex and downfall... beautiful and sad combined in one... at least, that's what i have gleaned from this piece that will have sliding through my head today... blessings...
|Posted by Laura Doom on 06/12/05 at 10:32 AM|
An oyster-bed made for a happy-ever-afterlife, or a storm precipitating the ultimate calm - black & white fusion of violet leaving the reader distinctly green :)
|Posted by Christina Bruno on 06/13/05 at 07:55 PM|
i like the poem better than the image, i feel that you have taken it and made it so powerful. all of the images and the shards, and the prisms...reminds me of the glass menagerie in some way (maybe williams strage directions)..hmm i'm not sure how. but i love the way it rises and falls beauitiful job :)
|Posted by Ginette T Belle on 06/16/05 at 12:44 AM|
wow, that is breathtakingly beautiful...i'm speechless...it's great max
|Posted by Graeme Fielden on 06/16/05 at 01:39 AM|
I hate tosound like an echo, however, the imagery truly is amazing, Br Max...The shards of glass, a brilliant metaphor!
|Posted by Katerina T Nix on 06/16/05 at 09:35 AM|
Wow. "a thousand jagged prisms
dance upon spent passion
and we die in each other's arms
counting rainbows". Crazy imagery. Love it. It's going straight to the favourites list! :) Kat
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/16/05 at 02:31 PM|
'counting rainbows', yes, thats what we do all our lives, caused by the vibrations of the impressions transforming our moods from impression to impression, from mood to mood, from color to color, from one moment to another.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/19/05 at 11:56 PM|
What a tender moment with the rainbows magnified by its sharing with her and with us. Both passionate and excuisite, my friend.
|Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 06/22/05 at 07:21 PM|
This is hauntingly beautiful. I can't exactly tell whether it is a sad poem or one that is meant to be happy. I get the feeling of both when I read this. Your imagery is captivating!
|Posted by Allison Smith on 09/30/09 at 08:31 PM|
This is wonderful. Favourite.