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Bamboo
by Beth Fowler
Sunday, June 17, 2001
. . .impressions among trees. |
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A Buddhist compound.
Full of gold, reds, tenthousand Buddhas.
Among meditating nuns, incense and orchids.
A clump of mature bamboo, creaking, clacking, groaning in the Asian wind.
A natural, percussional concert.
Green bones.
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| Reviewed by K. Mulroney |
2/14/2007 |
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| Very impressive and a vivid picture it paints. I can hear the bamboo clicking. I Have downloaded your 83 ways to make money writing. I joined the newsletter writing for dollars. You make it sound oh so easy. If only, thats all I'm saying...if only! Great poem! |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
3/13/2005 |
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Very good Beth, in a different sort of way. Thnx for sharing. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))), Barbie
"If I have to...Then I may as well be." |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
10/11/2004 |
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An oriental wind of philosophical thought flows in this lovely poem..
Peter |
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| Reviewed by William DeVault |
9/2/2004 |
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| Nicely terse, expressive without being overwhelming. |
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| Reviewed by E. Richardson |
6/17/2003 |
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| Nicely done...filled with layers of emotion and images. |
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| Reviewed by Victoria Murray |
10/28/2001 |
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Once again different but enjoyable none-the-less...
Victoria |
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