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| Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G |
5/7/2008 |
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Wow! the imageries speak eloquently Kate!
Reach and take or try, don't allow the missed if you can...
Poem a day huh, I started but had a hard time with the every day part!
Write On!
Warm Hugs, Warrior Purple PaSsion Shexooo
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| Reviewed by Dark Knight |
5/4/2008 |
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| I know this feeling all too well-lovely poem |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/20/2008 |
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| moments have the tendency to live within the observer as well as the observed ... not missed or overlooked but captured in the framework of time as this poem succeeds in revealing ... |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
4/15/2008 |
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We can live our lives with regret over the barely misseds...or... we can be grateful for what lies within our grasp and within our reach...
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
4/15/2008 |
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| Almost slipped through your fingers...insightful. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury |
4/14/2008 |
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| I can picture an abandoned nest left for you to enjoy. The marvels of nature even in a city. |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
4/14/2008 |
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| It is like the word on the tip of your tounge and you just can't spit it out as hard as you try .. Kate I enjoy your magnificent art!!! |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
4/14/2008 |
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| Not one word or emotion is wasted! |
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| Reviewed by Bernice Angoh |
4/14/2008 |
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| Oh, you surely will have it my friend...it's not missed just slightly displaced |
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| Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks |
4/14/2008 |
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I have no doubts you will accomplish your goal, Kate. Your poetry is always appreciated. I'm impressed with the virtual "sounds" of your words in this poem; very imaginative!
Micke |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
4/14/2008 |
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Kate,
Your doing very well. Ambition is a powerful tool to work with. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul. |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
4/13/2008 |
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| Seconds...minutes...fleeting moments...leaving us to wonder what could have been. Beautiful, Kate. |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
4/13/2008 |
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Where are the missed opportunities, the choices one never made, the moments that could have been lived? Surely they must hide somewhere! An evocative poem, very effective.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
4/13/2008 |
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Well... you sure "knocked [me]out" with this one. Fabulous, quivering images here, Kate. Focusssing on one poem at a time is a good thing-- especially when it comes from such a powerful pen as yours. Andy's right. Let 'em come to you.
And who knows? You could spin yourself a web of words so tight that they could boomerang you far into the future, and suspend you in space--in time. And the thousand images and sound waves (once just beyond your grasp) could hurl by you--get caught in your web, and hang there beside you-- quivering with squelched momentum... and you could eat them... a danty dish set before the queen... pinky's high... a morsel at a time... and then they'd spill from your fingertips as you licked your fingers-- injesting them again, and again, and again... a poetic feeding frenzy of sprouting ideas caught somewhere in your sinus cavity-- you swallow, and they swim their way through your blood... dropping an idea off at your ribs, your spleen, the tip of your ear...
--every action, every sight-- every sound, a word to be captured and digested... then, some day-- while you're sitting around thinking about all the things you should be doing, you'll sigh... and out comes a butterfly-- a thought with wings... You open your mouth for a nice yawn, and hundreds more fly out... get caught in your hair, your eye lashes, your sweater... and they just keep coming and coming and you can't write fast enough to get them all down...
It's feast or famine with ideas. This one of yours was a fine one-- very inspiring... (Thanks for the butterflies!) Tootles--Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
4/13/2008 |
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| i enjoyed this--very much |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
4/13/2008 |
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I am going to guess that the reason you can't knock them out like you used to is because your writing has matured and you no longer accept anything less than your best...this one rocks, Kate, you are one who just keeps getting better and better. There is so much we miss if we don't go through our lives with our senses honed.
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
4/13/2008 |
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Better you to knock a poem out a day than me; I'm no poet! That's why I stick to doing stories! LOLLOL EXCELLENT writing yet again, Kate; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
4/13/2008 |
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| Only the present is yours, and that is fleeting, wonderfully metaphoric,Blessings Kate! Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
4/13/2008 |
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I think your muse is alive and well and ready to continue taking the den and America by storm. Your pixie like smile combines with your deep thoughtful writes to always entertain and amuse my mind so I thank you and I am glad to read and review your works. Hugs from your Pops...
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| Reviewed by John Leko |
4/13/2008 |
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...the fleeting moments...somehow hit my heart here...and your words give thought perhaps to their presence...once before you...held and yet not held...beneath it all...still...something missed.
as always your finest Kate...
John |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
4/13/2008 |
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| Ah sweet love how we pine for thee in thy absence. |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
4/13/2008 |
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Kate, the reason is simple, as G K Chesterton said, we have much in common with America except the language....
Just be Kate of the Kastle and you'll do fine.
America is a diffo culture, and an English Rose can't survive in NM heat. Yet your poetry is more than equal to NY poets..
But just be Anglo in st donats, and let them come to you... |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
4/13/2008 |
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Concur with Jerry - you better not quit. Every time you pick up the pen, you take me to other places, places I wish I could go with poetry! You, my dear, are doubly fantastic. Wonderful use of words, imagery crisp, perfection.
Yeah, yeah, I know: blushing, eh? Shouldn't - you're THAT good.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
4/13/2008 |
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| Just in that instant . . . Gone . . . Poof . . . In many different guises, but gone nevertheless and therein lies the ago-old . . . eons-old . . . problem . . . What if? . . . If you think this is substandard, M'Lady I may never post again . . . |
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