|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|This brought tears to my eyes...maybe it wasn't meant to...but the warmth and peace and serenity... you nailed it! You described this scene so perfectly I could smell, see, feel it...
"Hearing your peaceful silence" and answering in the same way...
Stunning and moving piece of poetry, Kate.
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Angels do visit us while we are sleeping and it is all God's plan to add to the enjoyment of the world. Too bad some people cannot find angels and God. We all need them.|
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|"As daybreak stretched and yawned..." Sheer poetry, Kate! Perhaps, that's a tired, oft-repeated phrase, yet I have come to realize that cliches are cliches for a reason: They're basically always true!
"...but my noisy quiet will find him..." I instantly knew that I was reading something here that I fully understand, never could express. Again, your juxtapositions are a bingo!
Ahhhhh... you have internal rhyme, alliteration, the poetic "lesson" but from your pen it seems effortless, natural, perfectly placed. The tenderness and quiet beauty of this telling could melt an iceberg. Such is the way of dear Kate's poetry. katy xox
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|As daybreak stretched and yawned,
I breathed his unseen presence -
the heavenly man whose only form
was the benediction of a mind’s kiss.
Time, space and recollection –
all were white; just the sound
of his voice lingered,
a mute feather on the floor…
Day’s tide advances, soaking up light
in primary colours and solid shape;
my angel might now be dressed
in financial reports and armed
with power in high places -
but my noisy quiet will find him
as I calculate his busy thoughts;
his soft, dove-like underbelly
will be naked to my eyes.
Sister angel...wonderful flow..clap clap clap...visual write at its very best....cheers...love n luck....BHUWAN!!!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Wonderful expansion of feelings from your first"Feathered Fantasies" my name choice;-)Your phrasing is always so beautifully done Kate!
Superb poetry...you can capture any man you fancy, with this kind of work;-)
|Reviewed by Alain Gracio
|A unique presentation of a close encounter of the third kind. Your imagery and description are excellent. I enjoyed reading this poem and all its intricacies. You have depth and a delicate sensitive consciousness,
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Excellent and what visuals. So
unique Kate, loved it.
|Reviewed by Trainee Poet (Reader)
|I like the evocative imagery in this post, which looks fleshy at this moment! Excellent allusions and logical structure...
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Imaginitive and beautiful!|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A truly marvelous and captivating conclusion to your feather poem, Kate.|
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|Superb imagery Kate, your words flow like a bottle of Mouthwash lol...only kidding, this is excellent
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I think that this compliments and illustrates your previous write and I do so love the title.You bring magic to just the act of waking up in the morning sweet Kate. Thank you.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i like how you assembled your imagery and thoughts in this poem ... though powerful he may be you know how to recognize his gentle nature ...and how to offer him what he needs ... very unique ethereal romanticism even though his "his breath was bruising with a
delicate early-morning scent" ... i like that image a lot ... very cunning finale ...
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Very powerful descriptive write!|
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|This explains the feather you found in your earlier poem. How beautifully written! I would love to be "visited, but that's God's decision. I love this line: "As daybreak stretched and yawned" Your writing is superb, Kate.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Kate. Such noble thoughts written in clairty.
Thoughts that could come from Benedictine wisdom.
You gotta keep passing on this gift you have..