Birth Of A Black Hole Comments

Liked the recurring words and closure lines that make this poem more powerful and wonderful. Top Marks and to my favorites.

A powerful, incisive and meaningful poem. It brilliantly expresses and depicts the destructive ways and evilness of humanity.

And May you have a Merry Christmas and a very Blessed New year! ..

That was supposed to be and May God bless! ..

Ever so deeply heart moving! .. Such a very thoughtful and powerful poem! .. Beyond words can say! ... Definitely 5 Stars! .. Ad May God bless! ..

And all that remains will be a pile of twisted plastic. Your powerful poem seemed to accelerate towards its destructive end---much like the human race, I fear. I assume this was not accidental. Brilliant work.

Friend Robert- if I never wrote another poem I would still be glad I wrote this one. It took hold of me and poured out onto the page kicking and screaming. It means a lot to me that readers have found it powerful. Thank you for fav-ing it!

Loaded with lessons that show the loathsome looseness of humanity and the cruel crimes committed tha are plunging mother earth into an abyss or black hole. A raw, rabid reflection of the reality of existence.. Well done my friend!

Riveting poem that exposes the crimes of mankind against Mother Earth, against our fragile lives, against nature and in the end the sad truth against ourselves! I love the pace and gradual intensity that explodes with all the injustice against nature and mankind! Great write Susan! !

Susan, if I haven't already suggested it, see in PH Olga Cabral's Electronic Message in a Bottle. -Glen

Wow...I was left stunned by this amazing poem. How creative the vivid horrifying images of Mother Earth been ridden to the ground by the whips and crops of human greed. This one goes straight to my favorites.

A poem straight from the Zone Weighty, gripping, riveting. I hear the voice of a prophetess crying in the night. A warning to a world heading towards destruction. Incredible imagery.And I am lifted by the references to space and the silence of space. In this poem I sense the spaciousness a place I am very much at home in. The black hole within. I love the passion Susan You inspire me to let it rip.Full Marks, Thank you

Our world is Exhausted To the core A nicely written And well communicated piece of poem. Sylva

we become black hole, light can't pass, or reflect, or not any amount of light is enough to dim this blackness. nice theme, beautiful poem. time and space are interesting to me

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Oh boy, I am at a loss for words for this gem of yours Susan. I don't know if I can add much on either the structure or the subject matter after the wonderful comments below, particularly by Kevin and Denis. But what I want to say is how it affects me as a reader. The title is quite clever and conveys a lot if we 'read' it with the lines ssomewhere in our orbit circling the sun we will silently disappear unnova ourselves without a bang or a flash from the universe having reached the point of no return somewhere in our orbit circling the sun we will silently disappear unnova ourselves without a bang or a flash from the universe having reached the point of no return From a scientific perspective the end of the star comes suddenly, but the cultural, moral, political 'apocalypse', so to say happen over a course of time and hits us as badly when 'light' (perhaps symbolising 'intelligence', moral understanding etc) can no longer pass through a black hole. Finally, the last few lines reminded me of Eliot, This is the world ends... Not with a bang but a whimper. A fabulous poem of great value dear. As always, you are a pleasure to read.

A compelling write that puts the humans in the rider's seat. Once again, you write about abuse...this time of our planet. I like how you relate/metaphor so much to horses. I also like the ending and how you turned the word 'nova' into the verb 'unnova'.... Your writing style, even when the subject is heavy, has a lightness, energy, and effervescence...similar to your comments. Distinctive and identifiable. Thanks Susan!

This is a powerful tome of immaculate persuasion, its poetry that transcends the medium of language, and channels the mind to contemplate the message and become affected by it. With this piece your as much an active prophet as you are a poet, showcasing the destructive capabilities of the human race and the frugal machinations of avarice and greed that not only threaten to bring its own destruction but that of every other organism around it. More importantly what really makes this special is the bleak humor of self confounded mockery that runs when you examine the social and human conditions and expose the cruel sides beneath them. School should be a place of higher learning for reason but it often becomes a place of national indoctrination, religion should be an institution of spiritual healing but it is an abattoir for ideology. What I find marvellous about this is that from my perspective you don't so much do lamenting as you do humorously lambasting, which for me makes it an even powerful condemnation when you examine the human element that is the center of this worlds disease. And that for me is what the heart of this is about, a world cursed with a race that have polluted the petri dish, we as a race are not satisfied with what we have until we have freeways, cell phone towers, the extraction of limited resources at the expense of unlimited human want, we castrated nature to serve our needs and wont be satisfied until the world is a scarred graffiti grave of cities and urban ruin. Now admittedly I do hold out for some hope, younger generations are starting to see the errors of the previous generations and there are some amazing young entrepreneurs coming up with new methods of CO2 reduction, and reduction in costs of consumption, but in the end the planet will not be saved with twenty million likes for a picture on twitter, it has to come with action or maybe by just stopping what we are doing now to make it a paradise. we are the cruel spurred riders of a dying staggering planet wielding our lead-weighted whips and crops slashing them into her earthen sides flailing our Mother Earth driving her forward blood-sucking leeches of the universe we ride our groaning moaning planet through the monumental silence of space and somewhere in our orbit circling the sun we will silently disappear unnova ourselves I love this, this is exactly the type of work that makes me wish I was a writer and a poet, this is work that challenges the mind to think. When somebody reads this poem they have to feel something, I don't care if its passion or revulsion but they have to feel something, if they do not then I would use this as a litmus test to show those who can care and those already lost in a black hole with no soul. This is fabulous Susan Williams, your as much an activists as you are a writer, and I am thankful to read this, and am glad to find someone to find the words and the meaning to what I have always searched for. The earth is our ship not our slave, and the universe is indifferent to her screams as it is to our pleads, only we can be stewards of ourselves. Thank you for Sharing

I feel marooned. What a powerful write! We are perhaps the most dreaded aliens ourselves who landed long back on this green planet to plunder her and exterminate her peaceful inhabitants. We don't deserve any kindness. We are a black-hole already. (10)

Black care rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough- Theodore Roosevelt