Heya, Radiant Shadow! This is the last review I'll be doing for you today, and I'll be doing it piece by piece, so I hope you don't mind. Anyway, to the review!
It is held high on an engraved gold pedestal,
Linked with the lightest and the richest of colors.
Oh see how white! How pure! We all say, like slaves,
As we marvel at this unsuspecting spectacles for the gift
bestowed upon them-mere children as only they can have it.
I really like these lines, and the lack of rhyming is apparently, and I absolutely love that. The beginning lines were sort of meh, but the last three really got it.
Ah how we tend to overlook the evidence that
Show us it only an illusion, conjured by our very
Own corrupt mind. It is associated with the color white.
But science say white is a mixture all other color, so then
how can it be white?
Thee lines were alright, but felt as if they were only to keep it going .
Take a glance at what a certain religion says. Children
are born in sin and thus need to be forgiven. So how can
we say that they are truly pure? If they are born with
innate sense of sin?
These lines, like the previous ones, hoold no weight for me.
Even psychologists peak into this muddled pool of uncertainty.
They say all are born with an Id- impulses, sex and aggression.
Then why is this obsession with purity, and why is it,
An important concept in our lives?
I really like these lines, even though it's a sensitive topic and you're breaching the innocence valve right here.
So we cling to it like one would a piece of drift wood
If stranded in a sea, instead it is innocence that hold
us all afloat.
These lines I felt were the best out of the entire poem, and seemed to sum them up quite nicely. Well done, I liked this one a lot except those two stanzas that seemed just for filler.
Anyway, that's it. Keep on keeping on.
Your friend, Matt
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