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| Reviewed by ~ Chanti |
4/19/2005 |
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Even through your depression you write such beautiful poetry. This made me think of a sad face gazing out of a window. I could feel the emptiness and sorrow that permeates through your words and yet there is a hope within. Perhaps Spring will bring it.
Lovely work Stevie!
Chanti |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
4/18/2005 |
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Steve,
Powerful, heartfelt poetry; I, too, suffer at times from depression. If I feel like writing "dark," I do; if "light" lifts me, if only for a moment, I write light. I write so I do not harm myself. It's been a lifesavor.
Keep writing--you have a stunning command of meter and rhyme!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :( |
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| Reviewed by June Thompson |
4/18/2005 |
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| beautiful write here. enjoyed the picture as well. Spring brings me a new light to my life every year. My depression lifts though sometimes the mania flys high as the kites I too welcome spring. well done! |
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| Reviewed by m j hollingshead |
4/18/2005 |
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| nicely done |
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| Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle |
4/18/2005 |
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Spring is a time for rebirth, Stevie. Rebirth, not only of plants and trees, birds and bees but also a time to cleanse the human spirit. This is your chance to shine. Embrace it and never lose sight of what is possible. You are your destiny.
Hope this helps.
Jill |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
4/18/2005 |
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| i sleep thru most of my depression but spring always brings me around to happier days. this poem is very light and cheerful for such a deep subject |
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| Reviewed by John Hutchinson |
4/18/2005 |
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| A rather interesting perspective on my favourite time of year! |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
4/18/2005 |
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| May the spring help bring your depression under control...good to see you write bright but if writing dark helps, have at it...! Ed |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
4/18/2005 |
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| Gotta love it. Spring. Blooming things. Blooming idiots. Chiggers. Mosquitos. Poison Ivy. Bees and wasps. Snakes. Spring. Gotta love it. |
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