First of all,I find this amazing.. The 'Yet he' in the poem gives it that flow I just love and adore in poetry,the pauses..perfect.. You should write moreeeeee!!!! Its such a treat to the eyes the mind and all in between... Well done,and thank you,for reminding me...simplicty is a beautiful thing<3

Galatea speaks?

(one of the possible versions....'-)

very effective and to the point, in any case..

Galatea speaks?

(though she was actually made of ivory....just sayin'....)

very effective and to the point, in any case..
good..

//and rosewater-

wingless.
// I totally loved this line ... The word wingless sounds so powerful here...
beautifully worded ... well written

First of all, congrats Nor, this is a very well deserved win. The story is well presented and the lay out lovely. Excellent use of words. Fantastic, well done = )

5/5 ofcourse.

Danika

Trust me, this poem is very unique, and went beyond what a single poem usually can achieve from coherence, wording, flow..abstract etc etc..

Cause I have not been inspired this period of time , as much as I have been inspired when I read your poem!
The words you chose, are really magnificent..the wording is perfect, and the usage of these words been just as gd !

5/5 keep this work up!
well done, indeed.

That's one interesting way to put it, Luna. but it wasn't what I meant. let me explain, it's all about someone seeing you in a different light than you do yourself. more like someone making an angel or a personification of innocence and goodness out of you while you're simply.. not.

so it goes like this. I'm telling him to place me as a nymph. a bit of an evil one at that. shameful, scandalous and all. I am no where near what he thinks about me. (a goddess).

but instead he made a painting of me, not a sculpture as I wanted or thought he should, but a painting. more delicate and pure. you know those ones of angels on coloured glass? one of those. perfect. but wingless. which i understood from it that he considered me a (or more like mistaken me for) fallen angel. while I am in truth a fallen soul. not what he thinks.

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I agree with you on the breaks though. will correct it :) thank you, sweetheart.

glad you enjoyed it. =]

Congrats on the win Nor. Very deserved hun

I love the uniqueness of this piece. It took a re-read to fully understand the meaning beneath your words but once I connected the verse to the title it all became much more clear.

That`s what I love about this piece so much. It makes one think ... a poem that makes me reach in to the mind of the reader and feel their words is one worth much attention.

Fantastic write Nor !!!!

Clear imagery, unique phrasing, and a complex - but well expressed - theme. I like how you approached the idea of being put up on a pedestal - one that is undeserved, in your mind. You did this by describing a statue, usually something so refined and austere, as "shocking, proud, and shameless," and by what you did on the following lines, mixing sacred with the profane. Well done on all accounts, this was head and shoulders above what I usually read on this site.

Thought provoking. The imagery is distinct and easy to vision.
I'm not sure how I feel about the "---" break, but the rest of the poem is flawless. I'm left wondering myself what the difference to you is between a fallen angel and a fallen soul.

A stone nymph is left ringing in my mind.

5/5

Well this piece was a clear winner to me, I congrats on the win.

Well I love how you craft this piece in a poetic short story form and subtlly create the contrast of a person who is regard as a sinner in your 1st part of your stanzas and the same person again is regarded as an angel in your 2nd part of your stanzas.

and I wondered
how can he not distinguish
between

a fallen angel and a fallen

soul.
^^

I love how you end this.Excellent

Interesting poem!! I really enjoyed it. Congratulations on the win!! :)

This is completly out ov this world....its like soo deep....n still giving simple msg ....fantastic...nice use of words :)

Very beautiful poem, I loved it! Merry Met!

Nothing is truer then the title you have given this piece of art. Although, I wonder sometimes if man will fall blind to the rare but simple beauties of this world.

yet he painted me
-a mixture of
sunshine, halo
and rosewater-
^I have to say these held me strongly, such beauty, i'm almost speechless.

A wonderfully written piece, of one's inner battle to anothers vision of great beauty. I loved the ending question as well, but maybe the fallen soul was always an angel. Loved this one as well!!

Nor, this has all the ingredients of a great poem: great language, nice imagery, a timeless theme, and a touch of mystery.
Very well done!

My only suggestion here might be to change the way you use the word "myriads." Myriad means a vast number, and is rarely used as a plural. When it is used as a plural it is preceded by the word "the."
"The myriads of scented candles"

I think it works better in the singular:
"The myriad scented candles"

Your poetry is flawless, a great read indeed, definatly deserves the 5/5 i gave you, but i dont think this poem should over all rate a 4.6. well you keep writting, and I'll keep reading,

From the PoetryKnight.

What a beautiful piece of poetry! The imagery was excellent, the pauses, the uh- hmm, wording. It was all so beautiful, what a well deserved win. Continue writing, you've got quite a talent for it!(: