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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Hobbs |
9/19/2009 |
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Hi Carole
What a beautiful picture you've painted. Thank you, Liz |
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| Reviewed by Sir Leonardo |
8/13/2009 |
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| it is always a pleasure to read your poetry |
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| Reviewed by Art Sun |
7/12/2009 |
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One can read your thoughts and appreciate the walk of age by one who has seen those many days of sunsets and sunrise...
very nice
Art Sun... |
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
7/1/2009 |
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| I appreciate the way you gently guide the reader to the conclusion in the last two lined. Very eloquent. J'nia |
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| Reviewed by Johanna Fields |
6/28/2009 |
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| Carole,Another great poem you have written hugs Johanna |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Mead |
6/19/2009 |
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| Wow, this is really well-written, as you must be aware. Excellent work. |
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| Reviewed by Bill Broome |
6/18/2009 |
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Keen and sweet capture of an incident played many times in other locals and onother pats. The words chosen ae loving and I know ths because I have a place and a time tovisit with "her" often.
Thank you for bringing powetry to life... one more. - Bill |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
6/17/2009 |
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The world around us is constantly changing and sometimes the changes can hit home and be disheartening, well expressed...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
6/17/2009 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOLDEN SENTENCES!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/17/2009 |
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This one hit close to home. As I age and see more and more old familiar places and landmarks dissappear from my world and my life I long for the simple rememberences of things that I can count on...a stretch of beach that hasn't changed since, a park that still has the same type of flowers and plants that always perfumed the air a certain way, a church who's steeple bells still ring out Sunday morning and of course the smiles of those we love. Your poem brought all of this and more to mind.
hugs
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
6/17/2009 |
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Very tender poem which make me imagine an old sailor looking at the sunset from a bench on the shores, reflecting about where the years are gone with a hand searching the empty space besides him.
Perfect!...and a keeper.
Georg
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
6/16/2009 |
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| very effective capture of mood and perceptive ... |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
6/16/2009 |
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A splendid capture of the subject with exceptional imagery, Carole!
Loved it!...Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
6/16/2009 |
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Beautifully conceived and written, Carole.
This one touches the soul of this aging reader
"worn smooth with time to fit his shape."
-gene. |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
6/16/2009 |
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I knew If I wait long enough
I'll be rewarded ten fold
and you just came across with my
anticipated gift
with this wonderful soft tender
Poetic Well Penned write
Love & peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/16/2009 |
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You have recreated and shared the mood very effectively, Carole; the reader cannot help but be moved. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
6/16/2009 |
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Carole,
The mood is so well captured in the details, the bench in particular. This poem is rich in memory, state of being, respect for age, compassion and tenderness. Excellent!
John |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
6/16/2009 |
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| Carole, So good to see you post...this is simply breathtaking..and the photo has me mesmerized, exquisite. |
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| Reviewed by Bennett Kremen |
6/16/2009 |
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| A touching poem. Thanks |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
6/16/2009 |
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| poignant, touching and keenly observed and felt, Carole. There is much tenderness in this most beautiful portrait and great harmonies between The Old Man and the elements. "the empty seat beside him" says all... Thank you, Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
6/16/2009 |
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What can I say, but: WOW!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :0 *gobsmacked* |
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