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| Reviewed by Richard Atwood |
10/4/2008 |
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A lovely poem, a lovely person.
You must be one of the few real poets on Author's Den.
My regards,
Rick A. |
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| Reviewed by Lloyd Lofthouse |
8/20/2008 |
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| If mother's that loved their children ruled the earth, would there be so much war? I don't think so. Why would any mother want to send a child they gave birth to and raised to adulthood through tough love want to send a child off to the meat grinder's of war. I know this seems to be a review that does not fit the beauty of your poem but that's what came to mind. I remember with fondness driving places with my wife and daughter as they sang along with the radio. That was when the daughter was very young. Today, our daughter has memorized most of the songs to musicals like Phantom of the Opera and Chicago. We never know when our sixteen year old will burst into song and start to dance (at home--not in public). Amazing when she does. I suspect she will be a great mother too. |
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| Reviewed by Linda Law |
7/2/2008 |
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| Very nice. You have quite an unique way of demonstrating your creative imagination. Different/unique. lindalaw |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
6/4/2008 |
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Wonderful imagery and extremely imaginative. You seem to draw inspiration and encouragement from this experience. Love and Hugs~
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Selene Skye |
6/4/2008 |
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A fairy tale for modern worlds spiced with mythos and sprinkled with your very own beauty!
Hugs
Selene |
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| Reviewed by David Hightower |
6/3/2008 |
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Axilea - Some poet once said that poetry is the mythology of the soul. Your poetry fits this definition. Loved the final lines,
And she sang…
Awakening my voice
- David |
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| Reviewed by A PAX |
6/3/2008 |
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| Lovely write....:) |
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| Reviewed by Tactfully Naive |
6/1/2008 |
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Reunited
After so long
Through our dreams
This succinct but profound stanza resonated with the substance of a personal, real life solitary affair that finally found resolution in a dream. We were re-united at long last.
Inseparable notes, singing that fertilises joy, sitar: in other words, a mystical, Far East tone, melody and tempo that are seamless in their construction and certain of their arousing impact upon the spiritually honed voice.
Enticing.
Regards
David
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
5/30/2008 |
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Stunningly beautiful... one of those pieces that cries in pure music with its words... and hushes all else around...
Cryssa
Thanks for taking care of A for me! :~) |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
5/29/2008 |
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| Sing your voice, you are with your poetry. Your efforts and success at what you write is startling. It's like you have been through an ordeal and were emotionally numb and through your poems emotionally you are awakening to the wonder of you. Another brilliant poem. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
5/27/2008 |
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| Very mystical and mythical feel to this with some beautiful telling detail... nice to see "sitar" somewhere in a poem, nicely assonant with "fiber seed". Fabulous conclusion. I like the idea of struggle associated with the mother birthing and the "springfree" and fast hands of the first few lines. Interesting and unique perspectives as always. Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by manny moreno |
5/27/2008 |
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| good good song of the soul |
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| Reviewed by stan nassano |
5/27/2008 |
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love it ,nice melody that rings true,and sweet.....
stan |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
5/27/2008 |
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Truly well composed, Axilea; thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Dark Knight |
5/27/2008 |
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| yes it is beautiful as is the beauty that wrote it |
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| Reviewed by Bernice Angoh |
5/27/2008 |
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| Beautiful! |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
5/27/2008 |
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This in itself has a melodic tone, and it flows like the ocean..Loved this one!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/27/2008 |
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Reading this brings a rush of India to my mind with flowing robes of dazzling colours, incense drifting on air and of course the haunting melodies of far away lands...lovely write Axilea
hugs
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
5/27/2008 |
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| Artistically written Axilea. Very well done. |
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| Reviewed by Ted Bossis |
5/27/2008 |
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| Sense of beauty intact (for sure) * evol smaerd Ted |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
5/27/2008 |
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| Composed as an artist with brush in hand your words fill the canvas and paint a heavenly delight. |
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| Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader) |
5/27/2008 |
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| Doesn't matter if you whisper them, sing them, shout them, write them, carve them, capture them, tackle them, fling them, breath them............your masterful flowing words are definitely something to be beheld, one of a kind, breathtakingly lovely. In honor! Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
5/26/2008 |
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Beautiful write, Axilea; very well written! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
5/26/2008 |
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I think that maybe... my simple past has... sung? sunk? slept? :-D
Good night, I'll fix that later! |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
5/26/2008 |
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| Axilea, this is just beautiful. |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
5/26/2008 |
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What a gorgeous piece, Axilea. But I'm wondering about that "sung"--it either needs an auxiliary verb, or else, you need simple past "sang."
Aside from that, the imagery is outstanding.
There are those who play, and my voice just hums-- there's no stopping it... Descants slip from higher octaves through my lips in la's and oo's and da-dum-ditty's... weaving with the notes, creating harmony.
And then, there are those who play, who cause me to shush myself, and all else within my hearing-- ears straining, breath-holding, eyes closed, and me... melting.... becoming one with the music.
Such a powerful force, it is... stronger than anger... as powerful as love. How I love music. --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
5/26/2008 |
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| Proufoundly written and from your true heart and sings the melodies from the dream like world of reality. |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/26/2008 |
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Your words awaken beauty and inspiration - well done, Axilea -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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