|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Gotta love jacaranda skies....;)
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|"... jacaranda sky... This image could spoil the verse once "jacaranda/Yacaranda" is a word of the "Tupi-Guarani Languages" and the following verse doesn´t explain or follow the prior image linking the thoughts. (It is the poet´s privilege anyway...)
The Right Of Spring (Green) is an enjoyable poem, profound and meaningful. I read and digested every line of it.
I Salute the Author of " The right Of Spring (Green).
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|I will call you after I find it.|
|Reviewed by David Leigh
|With winter’s nip about to call
We feel the ripened chill of fall
With golden leaf and emerald too
Glistening bright with diamond dew.
What right has nature to take away
Such colours and replace with grey
What right? The rite of mother earth
To write or Wright her yearly birth.
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
your embracing imagery so soft and flowing in
beauty in your verses you creat a solace of paradise.
"Burnt by an endless jacaranda sky
Devoid of life giving rain, they will die
And so this precious creation of birth
The offspring of a mother back to earth.
Could it be there’s a perfect compromise?
Tell me where I can find this paradise. "
|Reviewed by Sally Odgers
|Six months away, I would suppose;
It's autumn here, for poem or prose
The apples ripen, grass goes green
But when are the rites of autumn seen?