Arms reach up

So palms can cup

An anguished face-Love that imagery; this is like a painting in and off itself; like if I were blind I would need good poetry like this to describe the beauty of art to me. Amazing work as usual, I’m mad that I didn’t get over here sooner. Keep up the good work my friend.

Much love,Juliet.

i lvoe that last stanza.. beautiful piece

reminds me of my rains of roses...dying after they've been thrown. Nice again.

Holy. Freaking. Crap. This is one of my favorites of all the poems I've ever read of yours. It's going on the favorites list. I can't pick out my favorite lines or verse - I love the whole thing! You caught me in the first lines and held me captive with your words through the rest. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, without doubt or hesitation, I LOVE THIS. The wording, the flow, the rhythm, all perfect. Tragic in a way that love is. Beautiful in the way I see fallen petals from a rose. Completely equisite. The coolest thing ever. You ROCK! KEEP WRITING!

Very elegently written. Your ability to weave the sound of this work with the meaning behind it is wonderful. Good work.

Beautiful imagery, with perfect flow and rhythm. I love the poetic techniques you have used in this piece such as:

Radiance, shine only

When ready, for

Such a canvas presented

In renaissance shades,

This is my favourite part, because it can be interpreted in so many ways. A brilliant use of Metaphor here.

Keep Writing

Very beautiful. Each stanza was well done Keep writing