Awesome poem, love the imagery, well written and easy to see.

Thanks for reviewing and yeah, I'm grand and, well... I'm not a perky person but I'm content ^.^ But thanks for your concern ^_^

Hey, I thought this was great! I loved the topic; it's so beautiful! My favorite line has to be "The starlit pools of endless wonder" Everytime you said 'solemn eyes' I couldn't help thinking of a baby. Babies are so innocent, but they've seen more of the world than any of us.

~Donum

Ah, lovely! And refreshing too, on such a humid, disgusting, sticky, hot, gooey, oozing day in the Midwest. And also refreshing because it's not crap. I cruised the "just in" poetry this morning at work (I know, I know, fictionpress.com isn't work... whatever) and came across some realy crap. Actually, calling it "crap" would be a compliment. It was beyond crap. Like if crap were to evaporate and leave behind those little flaky pieces of brown on which flies feast and maggots grow.

But about YOUR poem.

This is really very good. I'm impressed with your rhyme scheme. So impressed, in fact, that I'll not point out that you rhyme "float" with "go". Oops. I just did. That's okay. It doesn't bother me as much as some. But you can find an exact rhyme for "float"! Yes! You can!

Your fourth line--"Cloudy with dream dust"--made me fall in love with the poem. You could have lapsed into free verse vomit after that and it wouldn't have mattered much at all. But no, you make it ever better: "The starlie pools of endless wonder / Follow the sky, the river of light / On which those paper wings dip up and under / And silently glide and sparkle and shine." Dear God, that's beautiful. VERY!

This piece is so lighthearted and free. But I really appreciate that you keep yourself under control. Imagine what a bad poet could do to a subject like paper wings. Bad things, bad things... wings, things. Rhyme. Anyway.

Great job with this. I won't try to unveil any mixed metaphors and religious/sexual symbolism, because I have the feeling this poem should be taken at face-value: a beautiful verse about the innocence of childhood and the purity of imagination and the ephemerality of paper wings.

Nice job.

(And thanks for reviewing "Another Very Bad Poem." It was one of my ranting pieces, not one of my more eloquent and poetic pieces.)

J