|Reviewed by Z McClure
|oh I enjoyed this one. And what profound comparisons!
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Kate you are so masterful with nuiance!|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Feeling whole, such an essential feeling! Still, there is also the partial,fearful and fetishistic attachment, when the psyche can't handle the whole. It's all a game, really, with one thing replacing the other, a game of diversion, of hide-and-seek that has its fun side.
Great word choice, as always, Kate. The first two lines are clever and alluring and I love the bold imagery of the final lines.
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|A penny for your thoughts....a bit more for the extras. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|I just love this multi-layered poem which certainly smacks of genius, multiple layers of emotion as well!
Love, Blessings, and Happy Easter!
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Makes me think about how it's possible to never truly know someone, in and out. Love the mysterious feel to this poem, too.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Your metaphoric marvelous mind is giving us some unique and lovely poetry Kate!|
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|There is a hint of a piece of pi in this poem... a progression of imagery edging toward the infinite, never a sequence repeated... infinite variety in the tenor of your metaphorical import... carried to the reader in a vehicle we'd all love to ride! Nicely imparted glimpse of the heart. When love stands for something so meaningful, it may never fall at all... long may your mattress wear, without every wearing out... and (I think this is an original phrase for you, Dear Kate) may your art be always worn on your sleeve, as long as your heart is not a frayed end... or no end... so long as all your endings are happy... or at least bittersweet...
Still reading after all these years!
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Never really quite getting to the bottom of her soul. Now to get to love her inside-out...well, that would be something. Oh, I know... There's this poem by AD's Chris Wright about loving -- "docking on her Saturn's rings" or something like that. Check it out. It's written with many a metonymic phrase as well. I like this for the double entendres at work, skillfully playing with the whole. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Your metaphors are alive and well.
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
most entertaining, kate, you adorable scallywag ;-)
|Reviewed by jude forese
|wonderful placement of term and idea leaves the mind to wander amongst this marvelously expanded metaphor ...|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|type cast persona as it were Kate, "each well-turned phrase a stocking shed, on the mattress worn so well?" -- I've flipped around tossed right side in and out, that's what it's all about -- impish while conveying an apt message -- love this work my dear friend -- I wish you love and peace -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|the first two lines grabbed me and then realized thats exactly what she seems capable of........clever and cool. And dangling stockings indeed.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|playful Circe Kate
but playful with real purpose
i love this
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
|Kate, I like your metonymy ... it speaks of... well... you know... I like the way you think. =))
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Like Walt, below, I too looked it up & still have to question its meaning...but not of the total poem, that I liked...e|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Did you have to end this so soon? Clever fun!|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|words are fun - something to play with - you do them so well ;)|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Mysterious and vibrant poem Kate.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|The first two lines struck sharp chords for me...So cleverly written...
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Kate, you have stirred up the den with this one. I do have to admit, I looked up the definition for both words (Inscrutable and metonymy) I wanted to refresh my memory, lol I love this poem, and of course you would be the one to write this one.
“Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears” he was speaking figuratively of the thing the ears contained — that is, their function, their ability to listen, not some literal component.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Ah, Kate, you seared our thoughts and wishes with your double entendre venture into the mind and other of this unforgettable one-night stand. Brava!|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|It would be a bit inscrutable if one were to not know the word or phrase the metonymy or synecdoche replaces...but these teasing metaphors tend to construct the most delectable images. Very well done.|
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|One can't help but exhaust your metaphoric journey and apply it to the joy of re-reading dogeared literature that has stood the test of not only time, but one's emotional investment, incurring losses as it does from time to time. Inspiring work that asks your fellow writers to dig below the surface and unearth that subtextual value you so expertly pen.|
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|You could be so talking about my Muse these days.
Close but just out of reach. I liked that the metaphors abound.
Oh and I looked it up too, and still not sure about the meaning, lol.