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| Reviewed by J.A. Aarntzen |
12/1/2009 |
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| A white and wind sculpted landscape against a piercing blue sky can strike the most seasoned summer worshiper with awe. We all secretly love the winter. There is no cozier image than being snuggled by a fireplace while big flakes of snow gather gently along the window pane. The white gloved hand of God came to our place last night as well for the first time this year. Your poem has added to its beauty. |
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| Reviewed by George Ellison (Reader) |
12/1/2009 |
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I like how you've written about snow without ever using the word. Maybe if we all saw winter through your eyes, it would not seem so cold.
George |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser |
12/1/2009 |
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| Beautiful poetry. Serene and idyllic. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
12/1/2009 |
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| Fabulous capture of mood, atmosphere, feeling and spirituality in this power-packed crystal nugget, Gianetta. Though delicately mastered, it impacts just like that first breath of outside mountain air... so reminds me of my trip to Colorado earlier this year! Fresh and uplifting. xx |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
12/1/2009 |
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Fantastic write Gina and so beautiful...
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
12/1/2009 |
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Gianetta,
For that scene, I would be tempted to step onto the front porch and risk a fall. =] THIS. Is. BEAUTIFUL, in image and verse. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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