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| Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci |
5/19/2005 |
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Dale,
I read this yesterday but didn't make it back here to comment.
It is very touching!
P.S. I looked into some of the things you were asking
me about and I will be sending you some information tonight.:) |
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| Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader) |
5/18/2005 |
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Deep sad & longing poem
it's gentle in my memory - love that
Thanks Dale
Tracey |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
5/18/2005 |
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| So bittersweet with some wonderful and memorable lines, Dale; better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all - especially if it produces such a fertile and fruitful soul. Like fine wine, love can age with us so that when we are surprised by a "fresh one" it can be even more full-bodied, perhaps, than the first! Sorry, just the way my mind is working at the moment...!! Dreaming love is karma... but karma whether real or dreamt can be full of love - even walking down the street! Soulful and real. Love this, thank you. Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie |
5/18/2005 |
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Beautiful and so sad Dale, this was excellent.
Reindeer |
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| Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw) |
5/17/2005 |
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Karmic Love... and yes, unfulfilled. I love the expressions here, Dale. It puts you in that dream state while reading it, one that so many of us know of.... thank you for sharing....
In Spirit,
Bear |
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| Reviewed by Marie Wadsworth |
5/17/2005 |
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| There are two types of kharma: good and bad. this has a sense of longing that has not been fulfilled. |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
5/17/2005 |
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Bittersweet poetry....well written Dale!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
5/17/2005 |
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| Sad but beautiful write. |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Richerson |
5/17/2005 |
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We’re young for a moment
then time ages us boldly
this is like an anchor to a poem that skillfully conveys the desire to dance free and the illusion that we can do no more because of the calendar or the clock. really nice write. Dawn |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
5/17/2005 |
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| wow, how sad but beautiful |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
5/17/2005 |
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A wistful poem Dale of vanishing moments, but hope still
comes with the knowing of Karma...Our hearts can always
soar if we remember to dream...
Love,
Alrisha |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
5/17/2005 |
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We’re young for a moment
then time ages us boldly
How so very true, Dale. |
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