|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Love this one! Excellent:)
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
Absolutely stunning . . . !!
|Reviewed by William DeVault
|Very good flow and concept. The images are excellent. Very proud of you.|
|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|Wao, all those images in my mind. You are very deatiled and I can so see every word, this is without a doubt majestic!|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|So descriptive and enticing. To be with her would break the spell.
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Your poetry always creates such fantastic images in my mind...
The insistent thoughts that stream in and invade our dreams...whether or not we want them too...I know those thoughts well! Maybe I will have to write a poem about that now...
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Ah yes, her spirit being harbored by a book. Many of us can relate, I'm sure. And to being Atlases. Such crips images, such tenderness and softness, too. This resonates with the warmth of feeling and also with the calm collectedness of keen observation and perception. Such an intelligent balance of tensions is masterful. xx|
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|You have written a masterpiece here... can't believe anyone would critisize this work, Her Book'. Bravo! Love, Holly|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|You - are a master of words. Unique and exceptional...as always.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|"like mythical war ships
while her spirit
is harbored by a book"
the ending analogy really caught my attention ... the first and third verses are configured perfectly ...
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Axilea, your images are superb,the poem wraps around me like a soft blanket on a chilly day at the beach and every word you write is felt as I read the book...exceptional!
|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|You have such a talent of creating this other world outside themselves for the reader, and talented you are.|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|A book can take one any where,, Your poem is unique, masterfully written!|
|Reviewed by E. Farrand
|Hi Axilea, I love the last line: "While her spirit is harbored by a book"
Safety from the real world to be sure.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I love the way you look at life and people in such an open verse format, words are so easily twisted and turned and can be so powerful as to chane the perspectives of all.
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Nice work Axilea...the reflection of thoughts are as those wave you write of...they continue onto the shores and carry those footprints away...even life is not free from each and every word or thought...those visions are the reasons we write and we read...books are more than just words....they are life...
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Concur with Charlie on this one: will just ditto what she said. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|WONDERFUL!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUR WORDS!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Ted Bossis
|You clearly deposited an inner~self of surprising-truth and beauty.~.evol Ted|
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar
|A very thoughtful poem with some excellent images. But then some of the images are a little too enigmatic and poetic, which aren't allowing the poem to raise beyond a personal experience, e.g., "freedom endless
dotted with shelters
seashells around her feet".
Also you have used passive voice at times where one would expect an action, e.g., "deconstructed and taken in
by fingers that turn pages"
"while her spirit
is harbored by a book"
The last line could be "while a book harbors her spirit", and do not see the necessity of that line break after "spirit".
|Reviewed by Charlie
|I love all those w's! I'm a-wash with them... My favorite image, the living sand, and "seashells" placed just after your line about freedom and shelters. I see (sea?) myself climbing into one of them to read-- a great big mussel shell to shield me from the storm coming--or came? At any rate, I love how you capture and hold a scene, and build a poem around it--merging the metaphor with the drama-- it creates deep atmosphere that saturates the readers' minds. Your writes never disappoint. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Axilea, I continue to envy your mastery of language
who would have thought
that a woman on a winter beach
would have to carry on her soft arms
the weight of a sky
ready to fall
perfect alliteration. Perfect poem. -gene.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
You make such a connection here with the reader, the poem so centred and grounded, its atmosphere palpable and firm and the imagery perfect for the setting, and that final stanza shifting to another gear as it were brings it all wonderfully home. For me, this is one of your very best poems. Bravo!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Awesome imagery and metaphors. Liz|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Thank you Richard!|
|Reviewed by Richard Atwood
"laden clouds... break against the distant rocks
like mythical war ships...."
"the weight of a sky
ready to fall?"
(But check line 6. - ?)