|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Isn't it this way at times, living and yet life passing us by, that longing keeping us as we are. Your thoughts bring us that visual of being and yet knowing the reality of ourselves...
nice work Kate...
|Reviewed by Jerry Engler
|Ah, that makes four of you, four different roles. Insightful and intriguing in its brevity....Jerry|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Similarities and differences... we decide which we concentrate on & that determines what "we" become.
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|This one gets me thinking, Kate. I like the way you leave some to the imagination. There's all that inbetween to consider. Well written!
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|interesting and thought provoking|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|stunning! Kate you have such a fine grasp of the deama of poetry...|
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|...sharing the same space, but emotionally alone! Powerfully penned, Kate.
|Reviewed by George Ellison (Reader)
|Whether in a crowded room or with our significant other, we can always be alone if that's what we choose. And it is always a choice, no?|
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|'alone together' you capture it well, simply alone.|
|Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary
|Painfully obvious. Nicely done, Kate.|
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|Perfect title. Very acute in its effect yet, perhaps, chronic in its origin for those who know the slow build to "disconnect." Yet, the use of the word "long" somehow offers hope to these two as it is a point of common ground. Where there is longing, perhaps there too can be reconciliation - a coming together through the dissolution of the space that separates.|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Like two parallels not even coming together in the infinite.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|So few words sweet Kate and yet such a wealth of emotions, feelings, desires and yearning all drifting and floating in a mimosa of love. To feel this strong a reaction in my own heart to these few words mean that you as a poetess have done your job...bravo Kate...
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Alone Together - says volumes in just two words.|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Kate, how I can feel this. So short...yet filled with so much.|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|some see sharp edges others see rounded corners....
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Together is often a lonely place.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|So poignant in so few words. Liz|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|..I like Jude's comment...so much said in this write Kate,,great work!|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Now My dear, you have written a poem of longing. Lovely and to the point. Sometimes is makes our blood burn the more you have to wait to fulfill that meeting of mind and body.
Hope your corner gets filled soon.
Peace, love, and light,
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Doesn't get much better than this, Kate: effectively penned sadness. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
|Reviewed by jude forese
|hopefully for all concerned, the longing is to augment the corner's angles and discover a new circumference outward into geometric heavens ...
laconic, thought-provoker ...
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|It is indeed amzing how you can express so much so succinctly, dear Kate. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Reviewed by F William Broome
Love it! Love it! Love it!
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|The depth of feeing in this poem can only be felt by those who have walked in those shoes and know how empty at times we can be in a room that has so many shadows, yet no light.|
|Reviewed by Ted Bossis
|somewhere somehow 2 corners will make a circle )~(Billy joel;Summer highland falls)"They say that these are not the best of times,
But they're the only times I've ever known,
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes,
And I can only stand apart and sympathize.
For we are always what our situations hand us...
It's either sadness or euphoria.
And so we argue and we compromise,
and realize that nothing's ever changed,
For all our mutual experience, our seperate conclusions are the same.
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity,
Our reason co-exists with our insanity.
And though we choose between reality and madness...
It's either sadness or euphoria.
How thooughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies.
And so we'll stand upon the ledges of our lives,
With our respective similarities...
It's either sadness or euphoria." )evol~Ted(
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Don't do this, Kate. In our small corners, so confining, incarceration of spirit and love and our longing as vast as the oceans. Beautiful.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Oh, Kate, I have been in that corner. It is a miserable way to be. I don't wish that on anybody, because the heart-rendering misery sitting alone in your corner as you stare across the room at the one you used to love in her corner, there are actually no words to describe the loneliness that is so awful you feel that blood will surely began to shoot from your eyes. Simple poem with DeeP meaning.|