|Reviewed by Kathleen Janz-Anderson
|You said it perfectly. The wind is a mystery, a force we can not see only through its effect as it leaves us shivering with excitement, and awe.|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|All my senses Blended
*Diana* in your rendering!
listening to your art work!!
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Wonderfully written poetry and such a charming photo laura|
|Reviewed by Vesper Darby
|just mezmorizing diana....'i stare my listen' a day dreaming vision...a view from one's back on the grass|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This is mesmerizing, Diana, with such a warm honey feel to it.
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Love your oil pastels and " I stare my listen "...
Enjoyed as always.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Love that last line...I stare my listen.
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|been far too long since i was able to be that close to them that intimately
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|An interesting tension is created by your choice of the word 'bellows' to describe the unrestrained sound of the wind, and then ingeminating it again in the second stanza in a different way. Twelve feet both ways seems to conjure something mercurial in the ebb and flow of what's happening, not only in the sound, but also, perhaps, in what the writer is going through personally. An interesting write, djl, that lends itself fluidly to many artistic renderings.
Peace ... rlc
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Both the impressionistic poem and impressionistic painting invoke vivid images to be cherished.
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|It is an incredible sound and mesmerizing
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Staring one's listen. My, what an image. In but a few carefully chosen words, the nature of a tree and its companion, wind, rendered with multi-layered subtext to conjure up even further imaginings for the reader. Well done, Diana. Well done.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|You most certainly do share your listen, Diana. This could be made into a song of old proportions starting with the lines, "swing twelve feet North, / twelve feet South."
I can visualize a jitterbug in there somewhere. Loved this.