| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/06/08 at 12:28 PM The good and the bad in all of us. Excellent read. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/06/08 at 04:00 PM Immortalizing poetry, Max! And they lighted gently, this Angel and this quill. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/06/08 at 05:31 PM Into my favorites as well. Waves and parts; points and planes... Duality well said! |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/06/08 at 08:03 PM I love the contrast between activity and stillness in this poem. The busy conception of "writing" and "polishing"... then on to the
"paint"ing and "dine" and "run" and yet the final feel --the the sense of "solace" somehow ovehangs watching, with "angel feather quill" poised. |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/06/08 at 09:51 PM I love the twist and turn of this poem, Max. Excellent as always. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/07/08 at 12:21 PM ...and God knows, tomorrow never comes *squalid smile*
In theory, I could write a dissertation on this - in practice, I'll merely revel in your indulgence :) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/07/08 at 12:33 PM This Poem Has Already Been a Poem of the Day
It seems tomorrow has already come and gone? |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 01/10/08 at 02:47 PM those angels... would you ever trust them? your poetic philosophy is as true as ever, br max. just wish that you had the time to write more. hoping that you're well. best for 2008. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/13/08 at 04:54 PM Every word evokes a reaction in me, so tight and simple, yet images that tantalize and create deep contrast. Really well done. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/16/08 at 12:21 AM Also... the sense of intimacy and anticipation of future perfection of the initial stanza, contrasting with the "devil" may care of the rest... I love this. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/16/08 at 03:53 PM Thrilled to see this as POTD. Congratulations! |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/16/08 at 04:27 PM What a nice surprise to see your name in the spotlight this morning. Congrats on your POTD. Max! |
| Posted by Amber B on 01/16/08 at 04:54 PM I loved this poem! It reminds me of a movie in how it flowed. A master story teller in your words and visions... I commend you! :) |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 01/16/08 at 05:14 PM What a delightful, lyrical POTD. Superbly written. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 01/16/08 at 05:52 PM Lovely and profound. This goes into my faves. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/16/08 at 07:42 PM Max, CONGRATULATIONS on POTD! The sensitive flow of these words flies on tender angels's wings straight to my heart. They encompass love, heaven, sensuality, and forgiveness.
*~*Chelle*~* |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/16/08 at 09:11 PM I'm so pleased to see this front and center! |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 01/16/08 at 09:34 PM angel feathers are a rare find; much like words with this much depth. well done and congratulations. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 01/17/08 at 12:36 AM Each read reveals a new layer ... and there, beyond revelling in what may be the awkward earthliness of tonight, or the angelic heavenliness of tomorrow, what I love of this poem is the complicity between the poet and his feathered quill. Congratulations on Potd! good to see you (t)here ...*m.a |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/17/08 at 01:54 AM congratulations for poem of the day Max...Charlir |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 01/19/08 at 07:17 AM such amazing rhythm and line....dine on awkward flesh, quite memorable....smooth as silky wine down the throat. very seductive. beautiful POTD choice. :) PK |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/25/08 at 10:07 PM Sparse, Max. The hinge, to me, is "...But tonight..."
Indeed.
This is on my Favourites. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/03/10 at 12:07 PM I know it is late, but congratulations on POTD, Max. I could never quite comprehend why we could not reconcile spiritual ecstasy with the physical. Why should I revile the one to the acceptance of the other? why we couldn't simply have our cake and eat it too? Why create a cake only to be enjoyed from afar. It boggles the senses bent on curiosity and resolve. |
