by Kate Burnside
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Guess what?? Have come down with a painful bout of the 'flu today, as has Simon who left early yesterday morning for a week's ski-ing in the French Alps with our son! :(( It never rains but it pours, perhaps, so here's a topical one from the Venezuelan heat and dust to at least remind me that there ain't no flowers without the showers...
... I can't keep apologising for the indulgence of posting and not reviewing, but I am sure you will bear with me; you know me: I hate to be half-hearted about anything and know that, just atdemo, I wouldn't be able to do you justice. However, I would like to say a big "Thank you" to Karla for her beautiful poem of dedication last week :)) xx The Jane Kenyon poem I also ADORE and will have printed up for inclusion in my Mum's service... so Texan sunshine will be with me then, too, to brighten my day! Bless you, Karla :))
Thanks a million, one and all... I am just about still here...
Mists of condensation
are cloudy walls;
windows the room,
screens the grounds,
slices the garden
into reflective shards
of pools and palms.
Rain drives its relief
across textured oases,
hauling the sun
with vaporous ropes.
Everything is wet
and warm beneath
skeletons of green.
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|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|I believe I'm stuttering... at least, me mind is.
You step up, you scribble a little here, a little there, and then I fall down. Sometimes I gasp, truth be told... but it's all because of how you do what you do when you do me in with words.
You're not just a poetic flower, you're the whole bleedin' garden! Yes, ma'am! k-k-k-katy... xox... yep, THAT katy. (grin)
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent write Kate!!
Hope the rain is gone by the time I come to visit you pommies..lol!!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
A tropical storm of emotions in beautifully imaged verse; very well done.
And I am honored you are including me in your beloved Mum's rememberance. I am touched beyond measure...thank you. Here are a million Texas ((((HUGS)))) from me and Karen, as well as a million prayers.
Come back when you're ready, not before. You never do anything half-hearted...we understand. Okay??
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. (and Karen, who misses you, too)
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Love the visuals Kate, reminds me of when I was in El Yunque rain forest in Puerto Rico. the wet skeletons of green are perfect descritpion. Hope you are better soon, I too have been up and down with the bug and it's no fun!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Excellent write; hope you feel better soon! You are ever in my prayers!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
|Reviewed by jude forese
|oustanding imagery ... at the moment the storm within you is turbulent but its aftermath will revive you soon ...the rains are replenishing ...|
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|Very well penned. We hope that you will feel better and get well soon!
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|You sound understandably a bit down and depressed Kate, given what you have just came through, a tropical storm of your own....:)
However, remember there is always the most beautiful of sunsets after a storm...and the road up ahead is just opening up for you....:)
When my beloved Mum passed on, the first song I heard was her favorite
" Have I Told You Lately That I Love You " by the great Van Morrison...That song is inspirational in a spiritual way...and I have never ever forgot it !
You are in my prayers and thoughts !
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Keep a stiff upper lip, as the English say, for tribulation is part of life as is death. Most sorry to hear of your mother's death.|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Excellent image-rich poem, Kate. Man!!!! You just can't get a break, can you? You have been living in a spinning storm for several months now. I hope that the calm is right around the corner for you, but after all this, you might feel a tad bored by calm. It is pretty much a given that your son will return with the flu after spending the time with Sick Simon...Go to bed...we are all ok here. Come back when you are feeling up to it. You have been through a lot lately and this flu is probably just your body's way of making you take it easy for a while.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|FAntastic poem but so sorry to hear you are on top of everything else not feeling well. Hope you recover soon.
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|Amazing that you can write such beautiful words while feeling bad. Take care of yourself, Kate. xxxooo Janet|
|Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
|what I love most about your poetry, Kate, is that you have a magnificent ability to make every single word matter. I have a feeling you're like that with life and make every moment count. take it easy. Dawn|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|Fine write! "...skeletons of green", I like that metaphor. The essence of spring is life from the death of winter. Know tropical rains via having lived in Taiwan for a time and experiencing monsoons. Your description are right on...Oh that virus is traveling the world, Kate. Do take care!
|Reviewed by A PAX
|God! I feel like that at times!! Good to realize tho, that we bounce back..........good health to you and yours at this time, blessing too......wonderful intelligent words as always kate..........pax A|