|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
This is really excellent! And you've written it in the vein
of one of my absolute favorite poems of Anne Sexton.
Love "In passion's heaving swell we die-then live." So
freak'n true! Keep doing what you are doing and You
will be right up there with the Greats! Your poetic growth
shows with every posting...that is an inspiration to witness!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Wow! Quite a mesmerizing epic write, Kate.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i can touch and feel the essence of this poem and it feels great ...
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Well, thanks, guys... but I just woke up with the last line in my head so, better or not?!
Yes, Andy, Tomata would have bin good, LOL Kukumber Kate! xx
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|The last two lines blew me away! Fantastic ideas going on in this poem.|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|"In passion's heaving swell we die-then live." An echo through the centuries whose truth will not die. Sexton looks good on you Kate. Your work is reaching rich and fruitful depths. Very fine!|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|You seem to use little effort in writng such grand poems Kate.
You are truly blessed!
"Stripped down to white
of teeth and bone,
bared of the falsities
of nerve and senses,
the touch of life begins -"Splendid!
|Reviewed by Edward Lupinacci
|this is one for the senses a feel it through poem
where the mind can go away and the emotions can enjoy the ride
|Reviewed by Dave Harm
|Wow... this is a very thought provoking write... the "macho" man who wants to kill to be complete... a lot of our generation grew up to these thoughts, but as Bob Dylan says "The time's they are a changing..."|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Greater portals will open when we die and then we shall live forever, heaven or hell the choice is ours.|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Saturday, 23:30. I know what you've been doing!!!
The world knows the English are fighters not lovers.
French, Italians are cowards not fighters, but they use the word lover instead of coward.
Stevie boy, the first recorded martyr, just think if his name had been Tom! Think!
Our bodies are like clothes, and we never die, in the twinkling of an eye.
Nicely said Kate..