|Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga
WOW -First words that popped out of my mouth.
This is one powerful write!!!
But I'm just learning lol :)
hugs and love
|Reviewed by C. Gourlay
|oh wow - what is there to be said about perfection. (publish it)|
|Reviewed by April Pittman
|I can't read anymore of this stuff. If I do I may never have the cajones to write in my comparibly simplistic and moronic manner again.
|Reviewed by Cynth'ya firstname.lastname@example.org
|And in my town, this says "There's never anything to do!" (Which is why I travel a lot--especially love the mountains and river towns where others say "there's nothing to do.) LOL
cynth'ya lewis reed
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|Great word combos|
|Reviewed by Tracey Hardie
|Outstanding write... Im with the rest on this one.. envy!|
|Reviewed by J Blue
|Nice, calm poem. Reminds me more of Snyder than Simic.|
|Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
|I love the metaphoric phrase...BRILLIANT layering in this poem, Dannyboy!|
|Reviewed by Calendula Petal
|I shall remember this as I gaze out tonight at dusk, when the mist hangs low above the fields behind me........hope it doesnt belch though......
Its already been said many times, how outstanding this is,......so instead I have a sound effect and I am going to use it.........mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
|Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz
|I simply have to mimic Robert Jude's words about
this marvelous work of art!
He said it well...just as you have.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|superb metaphor and imagery!|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Wow!! This is outstanding~~
|Reviewed by Graham Donnachaidh
|I can see it all....
from a high place....wonderful imagery..
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
WOW--incredible imagery and gorgeous poetry! enjoyed, enjoyed VERY much
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Yes outstanding metaphors..and gorgeous poetry..
well done Mountain Poet...floria
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Dittos Katy with reservation. The reservation comes from my complete inability to master the damnable naunaces it takes to put out such a whispy, lingering poem such as this little masterpiece. Envy. Think it is called envy.|
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|What an utterly beautiful patchwork of metaphors... MP! I have come to realize that when I read you, some piece of me is awakened to places I've not been and wish to visit again and again... the word "tutorial" is stiff and academic, but you surely do bring to this reader defining moments in poetry. This is my favorite so far and that's saying a LOT! I'm keeping it in my library but also in my head. Great piece! katy xox.|