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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
9/2/2009 |
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| in the face of peril and the callus descent into the abyss of mortal combat, love rises from the depths to challenge the soul to be pure and share the passion for life and romance with an intensity otherwise unknown -- a provocative thought that consumes our emotions in logic that opposes all morality -- you've reasoned this through quite well Kate -- you have presented us with a view worth the perusal my friend -- peace and love -- Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Bill Broome |
8/23/2009 |
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This is a fantasy of reality! I have known 'war' amd know that it kills love, emotion, and futures. Excellent... and a must for a book. Wen?
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
8/22/2009 |
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There is a sadness in this... maybe due to the loss of innocence that war brings. Sadly time never stands still, even at those moments when we wish it would...especially in those times of new grief when the world around us goes on living, spinning, flirting with that precious commodity of time...that commodity that we, in our grief, just watched slip through our fingers... leaving us only with memories of what once was and a hope for a bright reunion at some distant point in the future.
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
8/21/2009 |
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A fantastic write. You put me right there in the moment. Love the ending on this one. Hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
8/20/2009 |
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Two opposite forces here-- Constant live-action, and Time standing still. I get the sensation that I'm in a snow-globe, me, rooted to the base with my head upturned, my hand held fast in my sweetie's, but instead of flakes, there are red-eyed missiles,bullets, and bleeding leaves swirling around me--us. What a paradox that death missives can be so alive, and that defying death can be such a still moment. And what a truth that it is Love that makes this paradox a possibility.
The whole poem moves. It's meter eddies and pulls. We read rapidly through the bullets and sound-blasts of noisy consonants, "missiles striking", "sirens calling" etc. and linger long over the lovely visuals of the Tigris, and the clock's face. The last two stanzas move quickly again, only this time laced with stunning visuals of color. The meter there is striking. I found myself reading backwards, trying to find the rhymes--just a hint was all I found, slanted and alluring--bleeding into the leaves I guess.
My favorite lines were the last two-- truly, a gorgeous flight. --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
8/20/2009 |
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EXCELLENT WRITE...SO WELL DONE. A TIME THAT ONE NEVER FORGETS...THE SEASONS WON'T ALLOW YOU TO...YOUR GOING IN OR...YOUR COMING OUT.
THANKS FOR SHARING THIS WORK THAT WAS SO ENJOYED. BLESSINGS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
8/18/2009 |
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Borrowed time indeed yet finding those rare moments with an offering of hope and a future for all, endearing words and sentiment...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
8/18/2009 |
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| Was there briefly during those days of conflict and know the passion one bestows on a lassie while ignoring the hell around you. |
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
8/18/2009 |
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Wonderfully visual and emotional...well done!
Cheers,
Dan |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
8/18/2009 |
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| amazing write full of emotion and reality |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
8/17/2009 |
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| Kate, you need to get that book together! This is splendid!...ET |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
8/17/2009 |
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excellent write Kate
I too remember those dats of sirend wailing out the danger
Us school kids scrambling orderly holding hands as we walked down
the stairs to the basement shelters of the cold war.
Love & peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
8/17/2009 |
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Kate, I am moe and more excited about your extraordinary talten.
War in Spring is about as real as it gets. -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
8/17/2009 |
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....borrowed time is such truth..if we could all embrace this time with out war..would that not be love...beautiful Kate.
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary |
8/17/2009 |
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| A doomsday thriller. Nicely done, Kate. At least they got the important things done. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge |
8/17/2009 |
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| I was literally breathless reading this poem, it's brilliant and it strikes a primal cord about life and love and danger. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
8/17/2009 |
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| Loved how you did this one! |
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| Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks |
8/17/2009 |
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How different for you, Kate...but true imagery in your chosen words. Lovers should borrow all the time they can amass, no matter the season, as war plays it's own tune of ticking, striking, and sirens; oh, that we could turn down the volumn...
Blessings and Love - Micke
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
8/17/2009 |
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Nothing that cannot be found on the greens hills of Surrey or coming down on the loch's glens, the romanticism is always there.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
8/17/2009 |
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Sometimes, when life seems hopeless or so very elusive, mano y mano is the only way we find comfort and peace. I could feel the urgency and lack of belief of a future in your words as two scramble to learn all that life has to offer, in double time. The motion you created in this piece made me feel as though I was running away from that which would likely consume me some time soon. Scary to be forced to live so in the moment and to do so amid bomb blasts and missles flying. Excellent work, Kate.
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
8/17/2009 |
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I felt sadness within your words filled with truth. Thank you for sharing Kate.
Newfie Hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
8/16/2009 |
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| Kate, sad, powerful, incredibly real. Beautiful work, as always. |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
8/16/2009 |
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| Great write, Kate. I especially like the autumn/red turning sniper fie lines. |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
8/16/2009 |
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| an interesting way to look at passion |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
8/16/2009 |
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| an unusual motif for you but you've managed to reveal quite a combative scenario through strategically arranged images ... nice how you compared autumn's red leaves to the young spring leaves of battle, falling fast in an "urgency of passion" and on "borrowed time" ... |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
8/16/2009 |
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Kate,
You make this a highly charged, highly personal response to the callousness and horror of assault and the very ugly nature of conflict, and transcend it all with excellent thought and fine fine language.
John |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
8/16/2009 |
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wow, this for some reason or other reminded me of all I heard and have read about England and especially London during WWII. Soldiers and young lassies finding solice in each others arms during air raids etc. Loved it.
hugs
Pops |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
8/16/2009 |
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War: the winter that kills all of the seasons. Powerfully penned sadness, Kate, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :( |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
8/16/2009 |
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Sad one, Kate; powerfully penned and imaged! Well done, (((my friend))); brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :( |
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