|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|I've heard the term but now see the beauty of this triolet form, Richard, breathed in both words and sentiment. Such a perfect style for your message and I love the metre and rhythm which sets up such a strong sense of ascent and conquering. This is indeed a pillar of a poem in the Temple of God. Great work, thank you, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|...a resonant reverie of spirituality... formally, how like a villanelle, contextually your content is potent as a rising swell... and an ending that takes us well beyond who can tell... sweet verses indeed.
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|An eagle stretches it's wings to the sky
It's there where the beauty lies
Through the canyons on high
Echoes a windy cry.
Once clearly seen by the eye
The beholder can not deny
Speechless, the lips remain dry.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Damn, will wonders never cease, I understand and agree with this one...guess I have to get a buzz to read ur stuff from now on...;-)e|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|Wow this reads so nicely and is beautiful. When you can truly relax in nature, it does have that ability to humble you and inspire. I think you are fortunate to live near some breathtaking scenery. Awesome r.|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This poem is such an inspiration for me, not only the subject matter but the form, structure, and most of all the artistry and spirituality! Bravo Richard!