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Cynthia writes her fifth in a sequence of five sonnets, suggesting, in her own inimitable style, that those without sin should cast the first stone.
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If pride were in chaste fidelity grown
like a rare bud rose in a garden green,
if then like a bard’s purple prose full-blown,
it reached for the heavens to vent its spleen,
what could be said to bring it down to earth?
What else could be done to help it stay real?
What sweet felicity might show its worth?
What kindness of heart might help it to feel?
If art like a jade imitates this wife,
if Babylon built was Babylon sold,
if like you, art goes under the knife,
deconstructing your tale after it’s told,
then you who understand, live and let live,
and bid me Godspeed, forget and forgive.
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
5/24/2013 |
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| WE ALL DO COME SHORT, INDEED, AND WE DO ALL SEARCH FOR 'LOVE'(EVEN IF IT'S ONE SIDED, WHICH I DO FEEL THIS RELATIONSHIP IS)IN OUR OWN WAY. WITH THIS SAID, I AM BIDDING TODD(YES TODD-THAT CHANGE OF HEART I MENTIONED)...CYNTHIA AND FELCITY(WHOM I STILL DON'T LIKE)...THE BLESSINGS OF GOD'S TRUE LIGHT IN THEIR LIVES. AND WITH THAT I SAY GOODBYE AND GOODNIGHT! THANKS, ROGER...YOU ARE A GREAT STORY TELLER AND FULL OF JAW-DROPPING SURPRISES...TO SAY THE LEAST(SMILE). LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
5/23/2013 |
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~Roger~
Of jade being a soft stone..artist to carve.
Cynthia not..live and let live!
Lady Mary Ann |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
5/23/2013 |
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what catches my attention is that knife, or rather the art goimg under the knife, in an age of plastic surgery and pretense. I can imagine the embellishment of reality (a lie?), just as I can picture the intrusive nature of a mind that dissects all. Is there something morbid in wanting to know? It seems to me that Felicity makes her point by making use of that knife.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
5/23/2013 |
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| Some unique images used to proffer this age old maxim. I wondered, however, if the last line should read: ...forgive and forget. ??? Just a thought, as for me, to forget somehow blocks out that which is to be forgiven. As always, thought provoking considerations that without such wordsmithing, we might truly be short much needed focus. |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
5/23/2013 |
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| Well done, Roger. |
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