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| Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher |
4/9/2006 |
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Excellent!
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
4/8/2006 |
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Wonderful!
Love you, Kate.
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| Reviewed by Nordette Adams |
4/8/2006 |
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| Thank you for this journey away from the ordinary, Kate. You rock! |
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
4/8/2006 |
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Exquisitely written, Kate!
love and peace, Carole |
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| Reviewed by Katy Walsvik |
4/8/2006 |
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Kate: bee/Be kate!
The last 2 verses so profoundly written I was rendered speechless AND thoughtless... except for the complete submersion into these lines. You took an otherwise blabby woman and rendered her speechless, in awe of what you can do with the same words I'm familiar with, but have never put together quite this way.
Here's my question, me lovely: do you have 4 heads? Were you issued 12 brains at birth, or did you find 7 or 8 really good, used ones at flea markets? say, oh, Keats? cummings? BILL, himself???
Phew! This is waaaaaaaay down deep, I'm tellin' you! I'm keepin' it... I have to! (smile) Keeled-over katy xoxox |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
4/8/2006 |
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The bumble bee’s hooped body
is not designed to fly
but it is she who is poetic:
Please send this to The Lad! |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
4/8/2006 |
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Excellent write!!
What happened to Andy did Michelle hi-jacked him???
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
4/7/2006 |
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| Fantastic write! |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
4/7/2006 |
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There is Zen wisdom in this poem, Kate. Accepting our burdens as blessings makes them much easier and nicer to get through. It is in the not having a job to do, that we lose our sense of purpose and life becomes an empty space of unfulfilling motions. True that the bumble should never be able to fly, but somehow as she yaws, like an Old Spanish Galleon through heavy swells and high winds, she finds a way to keep herself airborne. Working our way through things that we are not sure we can master, reward us in many ways. Once we try, even failure itself will become a reason to try again. Wonderful work, Kate.
Take care,
Sherry
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/7/2006 |
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| very effective metaphor ... the elegance of action depends upon its ability to appear as being effortless ... "geometic sweetness" is a fantastic image to the multilayered beauty of perception ... the quintesstential element to this poem is that of composing a poem ... the rewards, like honey ... |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
4/7/2006 |
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Beautifullly imagined and described with such great adjectives that the lady (Queen Bee) actually takes on her own human like personality. Sweet Kate when you do a nature write you make it so special that it captures the mind completely with the possibilities that are presented. Well done my lady friend.
Hugs
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
4/7/2006 |
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Incredibly perceptive poem! Brilliant the way you capture the bumble bee as if you had shape-shifted into one to observe its ways. Fantastic!
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
4/7/2006 |
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Excellent write, Kate! BRAVA! Nice to see you back where you belong; you are still in my prayers (and Karla's too)!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :) |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
4/7/2006 |
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Kate,
That's you all over, molten grace, your leisure seeming effortless. Dang, I wish I could write like this. You make a poem of honey any bee would be grateful to visit. I know I am. :) Worker Queen, I bow before you.
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by L. Figgins |
4/7/2006 |
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Her wings are like words, Kate! That's how she communicates--with vibrations. Ah perfect analogy!Too sweet for words. Fantastic write. Saved...
Lin |
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| Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader) |
4/7/2006 |
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Kate, the imagery is wonderful..
((( Hugs And Love, JoAnne ))) |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
4/7/2006 |
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Kate
A very descriptive and visual offering you grace us with tonight..
You are beginning to fire on all cylinders again I sense...
Peter |
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| Reviewed by F William Broome |
4/7/2006 |
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Where do they come from? Those words, which dlow from your pen like honey (I know), and the activity and scene painted with seemingly effortless reaching for just the right words, and finding them as they write themselves into another gem. - Bill
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
4/7/2006 |
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Awesome description of a Bumble Bee. I love the words you use in your description...the entire poem is beautiful and visual.
Susan |
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