5/11/2005 c1 243Manuel Fajar
Good to have you back. Your poem has so many images that come from its words and landscape. Some hiaku take-offs:

Stress lines propagate,

Hidden to the eye or mind,—

Ripping through red heart.

—Continents drifting,—

Stretching or crashing upwards,—

Like our souls slow rift.

—Time-Space distorted,—

That's what holds round moon nearby,—

Still,—She reflects Sun.

—Straight lines on frost ice,—

Your tracks circling randomly,—

Pressing on frail ice.

—It was the last one,—

Spring's final pink bud fell down,—

And with it our Hope.

2/27/2005 c1 Stephen Fierce Publications
Nice. Good description.

2/5/2005 c1 47J.Dem
You have a true poets mentality I can tell that, however its not long enough, you give a hint of emotion to it and nothing more, I would personally love to see this expanded on and then re-read it. But its a good base on which to build I think, Please R&R mine if u want.