Critics and Such

Desolation imprinted,

Across a conscience word,

Iridescence of the nowhere somewhere.

No stifling concept-

Insipid art collector void of artistry.

Take your thoughts and follow code.

Caught within constraints 

Slowly lurching towards old.

An illumination of space,

No need to question gaps.

Gaps are not the structure but the place,

All sit waiting for the time to be born.

Reviews

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Greetings and welcome to the Cafe T.a. Walling. Hmmm. For once my picture matches what I'm thinking. I seem to be thinking, "How do I look smart and respond to this poem?." This is a pleasant little piece and a good introduction to the site for you. I really cannot claim to be a poet, so rarely 'review' poetry. I usually just speak to how it impresses upon me. Your message is quite clear and voice strong.

[sienikeha]

a bit heavy.. wordy. but deep. feels like dark curtains.
i like this --> All sit waiting for the time to be born.