|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I can completely relate... ...and my second last poem posted here at AD is entitled, "Doubt." Thank you, Axilea. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
|The brinicle of doubt not only freezes the heart, but it paralyses the will, stifles initiative, and leaves the heart's owner bereft.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Axilla, you metaphor is a thing of beauty my dear friend -- "the saline grip of a tear" is poetic euphoria to my longing ears -- your view is crystalline while the ascent is opaque -- mystery clinging firmly to self doubt -- it is rewarding to indulge in this rendering -- the brinicle, the perfect association -- this poem is now a library piece for my future pleasure -- may the joy of love surround you with reassuring calm -- Jon Michael
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Axilea, One minute it is water, then an iciggle dripping, solid ice.
Like the path of life...
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|This poem flows and drips like an icicle that is yearning to stay frozen but cannot quite manage to do that.
Lovely and haunting images.
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This is a really felt piece, Axilea, and you have conjured both mood and sensation through your chilling images. Interesting form, too. It's probably the lateness of the hour here, but makes me think of all those potential foetuses held in suspended animation in storage, as yet in egg/sperm banks. And the hopes/fears/angst of all those on infertility treatment and waiting lists. Sorry to be peculiar, but it's just the thought that came to me. xx|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Wonderfully artistic way to capture this Axilea!
Your gems are truly original!
|Reviewed by Alan Abrams
|a mere hissss, a frozen whissssper...|
|Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen
|Many deep emotions in this cool piece Axilea,
I like "the grip of a tear" I think they have such grip,
for they do not like leaving the place came from,
in the center of the heart.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|I love how you find these obscure words I have to look up, and then give them depth and visible meaning. Most fabulous line: "crack in the womb" (chills down my spine). Also, "paper-thin change of season" is very effective. The last line clenches the reader, and we're convinced you're right about doubt--about its depth and about its effects. So nice to read you again. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti
|Thanks for bringing brinicles to my attention. Had never heard of them.|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Salt shaker meets its maker. But they are beautiful. Patrick|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|doubt not only freezes the heart, it pierces it ...
|Reviewed by stan nassano
|slowly is the key.............interesting write Axilea|