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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
3/25/2012 |
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| Kate, a rewarding life, "Nursery Man", albeit mundane to many, an existence that you have breathed flowering poetic zest and life into, "blossom into hungry yawns". Of all the rich verbiage it is, "a fetid humidity, fertile and sweet" that mesmerized me. If this be the meat of your rewrites, what is restraining you from rewriting, sharing more? I wish you peace and love my dear friend, Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
3/20/2012 |
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WOW..this is amazing...I love flowers, I think I should of been a nursery woman! Spring is here..new beginnng to a colorful world~
Hugs,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
3/18/2012 |
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| A slow methodical journey into surreal visions of the everyday. Exciting bit of wordsmithing. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/18/2012 |
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Your vivid imagery and symbolism gives much to contemplate in this fine poem, Kate. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
3/18/2012 |
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The intermingling of the plants and the human really make it all so obviously cohesive, Kate. I loved the story that you laced through the words and the commitment to whole that is life. Wonderful writing and I am glad that you decided to repost/rewrite.
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather |
3/17/2012 |
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| I really like the title and this earthy and sensual poem. Greenhouse's do have a mystique to them. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
3/16/2012 |
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| Just lovely beyond my inadequate words to describe, Kate. |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
3/14/2012 |
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Maternal instinct (paternal?)at work, while the context becomes the incubator and he turns into the child again. Sublimation of a past experience? I love the camellia that blossoms into hungry yawns, it ends and envelopes the poem with the slower rhythm of flora.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
3/13/2012 |
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Vividly presented. Just as I remember greenhouses and the way they worked wonders in mid- winter at twenty below zero.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
3/13/2012 |
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Fascinating imagery..well done Kate
Lady Mary Ann |
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
3/13/2012 |
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Kate, Cultivating, growing, and seeing where we are headed as human beings...
Always,
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
3/13/2012 |
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Great writing Kate.
Rose |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
3/13/2012 |
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| Quite Captivating and Marvelous, Kate. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
3/12/2012 |
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Another Stellar poem from you , Ms. Kate..Lovely imagery and profound stanzas, there is also a sense of sensuality mixed in all of this..you are very clever indeed!
Peace, love and light,
Amber |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
3/12/2012 |
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| a nursery man whom fondles his stems to perfection and leaves the moss-cushioned walls to harvest before dinner ... such cultivated imagery, i consider this poem as a perfect exercise in green prose ... |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
3/12/2012 |
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...oh the humanity in this fresh foray "fetid humidity"... fervent and vivid imagery contrasts nicely with the vague remembrances... no mere mouthing it here (as many of your players are wont to do) ...I had as leaf (sic.) the nursery man "spoke my lines"... you certainly put the wit in modern Brit Lit, dear Kate...
way to put a little 'silva' in your 'culture' ;)
Roger
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
3/12/2012 |
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| I wish someone would finger my face or anywhere else they may want to do so to...;-)e |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
3/12/2012 |
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Sometimes your poetry is just too mind blowing to comment on. Kudos Kate!;-)
ET |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
3/12/2012 |
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Marvelous penning, Kate; well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
3/12/2012 |
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Time I visited your luscious and desirable Den again Kate :)
You paint a glossy and telegenic image of the Nursery Man who lovingly cultivates and nurtures his precious plants and seedlings, from the sowing beds to their transplanted state of maturity and bloom.How cna we resist this piece de resistance ?
I detect a more direct and romantic approach in your literary craftsmanship Kate which delights and tickles the fancy.
Long may this diversion lead us to the range and depth of your amazing poetic skills and talents !
Love and Blessings
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
3/12/2012 |
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A surreal treat!
Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
3/12/2012 |
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Whoaaa, Nellie!
"vaguely remembers
test-tubes, incubators:
his brightly-lit beginnings. "
As he is reminiscing he is getting his face fingered, how lucky can you get, I ask? This is a different kind of poetry that I am used to seeing from you, but I like it. Yes, I do. The nurseryman is a special man, and this little gem of yours point that out in fine fashion, Kate. Three cheers! |
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| Reviewed by Amor Sabor |
3/12/2012 |
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| I love being inundated by this imagery while my mind is caressed by the velvety fronds of this piece. |
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