Why oh why have I not read this yet? (Joan of Arc is my favorite historical person so you'd think I would have by now.) It's beautiful. I love the word play, and the tone of admiration. Whether she was a messenger of God or not, Joan of Arc truly is someone to respect - she accomplished so much, and in such a short amount of time.

I did find one problem with this poem: The "your" in "(hope your not mad about that)" is supposed to be "you're." Just thought I'd point that out, for your benefit. ;)

i think Joan of arc was demonstarting an important point of enduring to the end when she was burned at the stake.

"you were my age when you saw God" Echos through my head throughout the entire piece of this poem. What's astounding to me is that, and I'm guessing you were very young like Joan, that you could've seen the images she's seen. Well not as extreme as our dear christian friend Joah, but getting a little gimpse of that magic would be wonderful.

'when they staked her.)

What was at stake?'

I like your word play with stake and down the lines as you write for God's sakes and so on. I always loved to sit down and read some of Shakespeare or the Bible or some Greek mythology and admire the word play, puns, and different literary devices (L key is dying. I might just write a poem about my keyboard if it gets worse.)

There's this uncanny feeling I recieve in your poems. Everytime I read them, it reads like prose. Imagine that, poetry reading like a piece of prose. Anyway...

'She was my age when they staked her'

After the above sentence resonates in my head, this fell down on me like a crunching noise. Beautiful, and tearful.

Poor, poor Joan of Arc. Were you insane or did God actually talk to you? You know what I find remarkable about the people who see God's face or have messages from God? They become instant fanatics, especially nowadays. Someone recieves a vision and they're immidiantly the word of god made flesh. A more believable story would be the formation of Opes Dei and how God told the founder to make it.

The sad thing here I see is people always die for their beliefs. Martin Luther, Jesus, Socrates.. so on so on..

Cheers,

- Julian

that's irony, it's drama but I wanted to laugh

this is amazing! I love your almost ryhming words and the way they leave you hanging until the next line of never ending sorow. No review will ever live up to this piece. It's perfectly amazing!

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I've always been intrested in the Joan of Arc stoires, so I had to read this and I'm glad I did. Great work.

Woah! just woah! I'm speechless here! It's brillant. A little hard to follow on the one word lines I'll admit but beautifully thought out and stunningly delivered. What more can I say?

I can't begin to describe how powerful all of your poems are. I'm sitting here, totally amazed.

This is beautiful. The last line, especially, -Jesus baby take her-, it's just a wonderful ending to an amazing poem. ::huggles the poem::

wow, wow, WOW. that's great! everything is fantastic. we need more poems like this, but people are just to afraid to write about such things. -kwazykandypie AKA Kelly Ann-

heavy.

Solo.

interesting. I love the contrast between the starkness of the reality and the ghosts and questions. really works. iz xx ps. Gary is my alter ego kindof and I love pickles because they are delishus and the most random food ever. Did some one just wake up one day and say 'i know! i'll put things in vinegar today!'. An interesting q. i think.

From 'tell me. ghosts.' onwards this is fucking...INCREDIBLE. I mean before that it is amazing too, but the end just tops it for me. Beautiful..and harsh too.

powerful! ) i'm glad you're the type that questions stuff instead of just mindlessly absorbing. (ps i'm not much of a poetry person, therefore forgive me for not making further comments on your poem, i like it just for it's simplicity)

so much runs through my mind when I read this...such important questions...I think you answer them as you ask them. I really loved how you explored her as a bridge to another world...