Would you care to offer comment/critique on this final poem in a series?

I did this the proper way and went back to the first, reading them in order, and was rewarded with a completely profound and heartstring-strumming event. This should be played under an amphitheater of stars with an orchestra playing soft winds and strings, flutes and clarinets might perform the heretofore unreferenced synesthesia of sound to touch that I just experienced reading this.

That's it. You are the High Priestess of poetry, My desire to be able to write something like this yet NOT...to become just as intricate...well, let ius just say that I know from experience that this will begin to show in my work soon, greater effort at putting knowledge with the fire inside that drives me as a poet. I usually just pour what is in out and it goes right as is with typos and a few bad lines here and there. I am going to do my first drafts in MSWord and edit, from this day forward.

Thank you for helping me consciously define a goal.

I learned to believe in values, and be a proud human being.

Very good poem. Some souls probably received your blessing and friendship.

Some others didn't.

But do immaculate persons need any blessing, to be bestowed to them?

The answer is 'No!' (Odd but philosophically true.)

So we smile to philosophers and gallivant on a knoll.

You write very well. I hope you see truth equally clear.

I begged the gods for wisdom;

they turned my heart to stone.

Transmute it into flesh once more,

all secrets will be known.

I hear the crack of stone.

I see hope concealed in a masterpiece.

I hated to read the part about throwing the pen down

... NO NO NO!

a poets work is never done

only when they put their head in an oven or

worse...

and no no no

not my dearest ... nope

the writing must go on

the poem can end

but the journey is only beginning

very well

it is finished!

(NO)

it's not

The idea comes a cross well. It is a little coarse, but it really grabbed my attention. Very interesting!!! Overall, I'd say good poem

emotive words strung together in a meaningless jumble, sorry, does not work

may work if you edit down to the heart of it - not easy, and no criticism intended, this sort of thing takes ages to refine.

good luck