|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|What a dazzling disply Axilia, I feel much in your words as TALENT takes on many forms!
Your images astound me!
The way you play with your words and bring them out with fire!
Love your heart, I felt a total transformation taking place, as Pain takes a new direction! as we begin learning....
Warmest Blessings, LOVE, and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sheexooo
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Nice work Axilea....this one shows more of your depth and views on the ways our talent so transforms us...removing many obstacles by clearing the paths of pain and replacing them with...talent
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|A very interesting write with thought-provoking images.|
|Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)
|You've vividly penned my dream flight outta here! Well Done, Deborah|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Very creative,, and indeed makes one ponder! Excellent
|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|This is pure art, your metaphors are splendid, I did laugh a little though, I guessbecause we as writers all know such pain...|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Beautiful metaphors in this...I love the last two lines. Into my library it goes.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|The gift of setting the soul free and easing the pain, exceptionally well done...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Oh, I love this one, Axilea - vividly penned - and felt! Stunning - my new favorite of yours. Getting a lot of those, you know? As they say in Louisiana, you just keep gettin' gooder and gooder! :) Well done -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|The energy bursts through and takes flight in every sense. The ending is especially sharp and demands the right kind of attention.
Among my favourites, Axilea.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Armed with a sewing kit,
She took on the world,
mending tears—fixing holes—
quilting layers of bitterness
into a comforting blanket of wisdom…
And she zig-zagged across the seams
to reinforce the junctions.
And she sewed doo-dads and ribbons
where life got worn.
And she stitched a very fine blanket stitch,
and made new paths across the sky.
You can see her there at night—
unraveling the un-perfect moon,
and tatting it back again…
She peeked into your window last night,
because you were sleeping,
and whispered inspiration in your ear.
Did you listen?
There’s an artistic path waiting for you
to write (right?) yourself in its creases…
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Remarkable metaphors and imagery!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Your metaphors are fantastic. Talent that takes the pain and takes it away. Beautiful. Wistful. Liz|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Very well written, such amazing imagery and thought in this poem..Well done.
Peace, love, and light,