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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
7/26/2009 |
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| Soulfully delightful read. I enjoyed the metaphors of health and distance and moving and all. Makes one think hard about life as it stands right now too. You are one of my favorite poets here on the den. Just too busy always to get to yours when I sign on. Sorry for that. cause you really have great messages in your verses. |
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| Reviewed by JANRI GOGESHVILI |
7/19/2009 |
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attractive poetic 'net'...
'fragments of the world"
Beautifully… |
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| Reviewed by Jim Morton |
7/11/2009 |
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| really beautiful writing, Axilea ( and a beautiful name ! ) |
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| Reviewed by Sandi Schraut |
7/3/2009 |
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| What beautiful word pictures this inspires terrific! |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
7/1/2009 |
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| Brilliant, Axilea, simply brilliant! <3 'Pea' <3 ...{Might wanna change galstones to gallstones ;)} |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
7/1/2009 |
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Wonderful writing. I love the imagery in that last verse!
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
6/25/2009 |
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| I want to tell you that your last two stanzas are my favorite, but the truth is, Axilea, the entire poem is wonderful. You write with power, imagery and intelligence...your use of language amazes me. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
6/20/2009 |
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Axilea,
Your thoughts ring clear, this poem resonates with my inner being. Lovely choice of words, I especially liked this stanza,
"The jar of clichés
and misty souvenirs
fuller each day
fragments of the world
carried like painful
galstones
while daylight travels
brushes tired buildings
that hoist illusions of life"
Very powerful and creative way you wrote this. I really liked it..
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Mead |
6/19/2009 |
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| I loved this. Very well-written. The choice of words and subject work well with the frame of the poem. Great work, Axilea- Michelle |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/19/2009 |
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Your powerful imagery serves to enhance the impact of your verses. Thank you for sharing this gift, Axilea. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
6/17/2009 |
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And withing the soul all the wondrous treasures will be kept to remember always, so beautiful...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by blue soplain |
6/17/2009 |
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| that final strophe....mesmerizing..... |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
6/17/2009 |
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This conjures up such beautiful images. To me it is like a painting of a country scene...in black and white or sepia tones...but that has somewhat bleached colors either fading into those sepiaish tones or trying to come through those tones.
This is one of my favorites of yours. The music of it resonates within me.
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
6/17/2009 |
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So very powerful, just full of images and vision!
Excellent work, Axilea, leaves much to ponder. |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
6/17/2009 |
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Here's a soft-sounding poem when read aloud (which I always love to do with your poetry) and yet grasping its meaning is like trying to hold a monday in your hand. I love the paradox here that distance can reach you...I'm trying to wrap my mind around that--can see glimpses of it, but just as I approach clarity, it illudes me, but I love it all the same.
I love how you separate your words for further meaning--like "ap-proximate"...again, the distance (or actually in this case, the nearness) is accentuated. Then too, the title "di-stance" reiterates the separateness of stance from the two, and then later, the dances--not quite in sync, but both dancing, and once again, in the folds of a fabric, distance speaks again, but this time in shadows and lights-- two opposites working together to create something beautiful, like Chopin's music--a melancholy that heals sadness.
There is hope after all, that the little bits of rubble inside our minds/hearts/souls that we keep collecting will eventually find a dustbin. Perhaps there's a kind of music that melts them too, as it does distance.
Distance approaching--I still love it. --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
6/16/2009 |
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Distance definitely speaks to me tonight, Axilea, as I
linger over the language of this beautifully crafted poem.
-gene. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
6/16/2009 |
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"fragments of the world
carried like painful
galstones "
one of the many powerful images .... |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/16/2009 |
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Your heart and soul unite in this write to offer our imaginations a ride through the window of creativity that you so wonderfully share with us.
hugs
fee |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
6/16/2009 |
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Axilea,
Yes, I am one of those tired buildings and it's not just for me a jar but a room full of cliches and "misty souvenirs" (perfect, that); this strikes and plucks long, deep vibrating chords. Exquisite!
John |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
6/16/2009 |
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This has a splendid Sufi appeal to me that drifts on cords of metaphysical bliss.
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
6/16/2009 |
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| I'm always in awe of the way you use such sharply-focussed and imaged descriptions: "paradox lemon drop on sweet wound" - yet weave them seamlessly into flowing constructs of language and concept. The movement through that dress hanging on the balcony certainly shortens the distance between the head and the heart as they grapple with life's duallisms and dichotomies. Contact made here! :)) xx |
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| Reviewed by ~ H (Reader) |
6/16/2009 |
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| Fantastic poem Axilea...I too love the last seven lines in particular...it flows beautifully. Love Holly |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
6/16/2009 |
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| Wow. Brilliant. Wonderful imagery. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
6/16/2009 |
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Great write, Axilea; well penned! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D |
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| Reviewed by L. Figgins |
6/16/2009 |
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That music is in constant movement between and around the temporal things and memories that hold us with gravity to earth. But it is through them that the music can be heard. Oh love this. That last stanza is superb!
Lin |
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