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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey |
8/24/2009 |
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Axilea,
Your words flow beautifully and give a special meaning to love. But I fought over and over with saying this or not. An epileptic seizure is not a pleasant thing. Believe me. Please don't take offense, it really is a lovely poem.
Mary |
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
8/9/2009 |
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| Interesting, the use of space and desire for what is possibly there yet leaving one with the sense that there may be an act two down the road. I enjoyed this. |
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
7/26/2009 |
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| An incredible journey of words well written in verse understandably meant to make us think and act accordingly to our will always. |
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| Reviewed by L. Figgins |
4/23/2009 |
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| Oh! Almost missed this incredible write! Saved. Very fine! |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
4/16/2009 |
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| Axilea, I love the mix of emotions in this. Beautiful |
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| Reviewed by JANRI GOGESHVILI |
4/16/2009 |
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| Fine metaphorical islets … internal rhythmic charm … Thanks... |
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| Reviewed by David Hightower |
4/15/2009 |
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Axilea - Love the opening image of:
Like an epileptic fire
the memory fought the wind
of present contradictions
and the unique images that follow the path of unfulfilled love,
leading to the tragic image of:
The certainty of having missed her
written on the silent candle of his body:
she read him from the distance
- conventions intact - she felt
his crumbled soul.
- David |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
4/15/2009 |
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I am extraordinarily moved by this in ways I can't seem to put my finger on... which seems to me also to be the elusive quintessence of what your poem's about! But my goodness, your imagery for such hunchiness of feeling is radiant and packs a good punch. The unexplained, unknown storm inside, the inner fire that won't be quenched. Some most fabulous lines:
When she saw him
the old dance reminded its steps
and something kept turning
around the axis of social stability
Telekinetic power
and through the years she held him tight
while their bodies
stood separated...
The certainty of having missed her
written on the silent candle of his body:
Top drawer as always! Thank you xx
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
4/15/2009 |
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There is something gripping and melancholy about this...all at the same time. You cause the reader to feel the emotions of pain and propriety all at once.
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
4/14/2009 |
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Axilea, throughout the imagery of this troubled affair is gripping.
I particularly like the following lines:
The pale words they said
though keeping the distance
two elegant screens in a boudoir
keeping passion at bay
-gene. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
4/14/2009 |
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The cost of love and hearts that collide in passion is dear but where would we be without love and passion...robotic drones and workers only. Great write Axilea
hugs
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/14/2009 |
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How beautifully you seize the moment and allow it to run free to its ultimate conclusion.....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
4/14/2009 |
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A most intensive and expressive write; thank you, Axilea. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
4/14/2009 |
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| Love the contrasting emotions and the way you portray them. Awesome. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
4/14/2009 |
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Passion unfulfilled, seized in the moment sensed. The fear of failure, the fear of love.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/13/2009 |
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| quite a stimulating journey of imagery embellished by a powerful sense of souls beckoning for the fire of each other's embrace ... |
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