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Landscape
by Jane Rodway
Monday, January 12, 2004
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Based on the painting by Italian artist, Guilia Bandini, C.1887-1890
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Trees like olives
with bark hearts
hide me from your view-
only a rooftop
and some windows
peek at me from home.
If I blur my eyes,
the gold of the land
will embrace those same trees-
some sleeping against
the barely blue,
the almost white,
this earth's canopy.
To touch those distant hills,
rounded fruits
that grow so far away-
To sleep in those blue-grey mountains,
peaksof serenity
that call me to their silence-
Oh,
for silence-
not of words,
but of thoughts,
not of words,
but of grief.
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| Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader) |
1/14/2004 |
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| Wow. This was excellent |
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| Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader) |
1/14/2004 |
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| FANTABULOUS writing! |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
1/13/2004 |
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| the continuity and imagery of this poem is fantastic! |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
1/12/2004 |
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Your imagery is powerful Michelle!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Tonya Harper (Reader) |
1/12/2004 |
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| Awesome, I always love your poems and this one is no different Pumpkin Pie. i really like it.EXECELLENT!! |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
1/12/2004 |
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| Powerful imagery, Michelle. |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
1/12/2004 |
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| Amazing, and to see it from the models view, just fab' |
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| Reviewed by anne cunningham |
1/12/2004 |
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| excellent |
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