|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Axilea, for me this is a ghostly ("Rusalka") journey from prenatal existence to our rush from the womb, "in a cold amniotic sea", into the light of day at the moment of birth. A metaphor requiring aplomb as you chose the phyllidia, a not so beautiful sea slug as your messenger. A finely honed picture have you painted for the reader. I wish you peace and love always, your friend, Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|Lovely descriptions, Axilea.
I looked up phyllidia in a dictionary and the nearest I came was phyllid - moss or liverwort leaf.I use my imagination this is animal not vegetable, its beginnings back in the ancient past. The swimmer for a moment wanting to return to the sea.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This made me feel like I was floating along side you listening to you relate your dream to me. A truly splendid poem Axilea!
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|A melody of colour in your dream. Marveling in the chords of
your poem. Well done ~ Axilea
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|epistemic and persuasive, languid and (at the risk of being misinterpreted as jejune) intrepid.
always a pleasure... as line swallows line
leading the reader ever closer to fine...
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Beautifully projected to a place in the readers mind where it settles amidst the fine champagne bubbles of a liquid dream where you artistically create a melody from those notes.|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|there is an undescribable chill to this that yearns for warmth. Kudos! ~ Morgan|
|Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop
|Very lyrical, the shades of sight obscured in the reflections, but i'm glad you manage to get out of the water, unlike poor Virginia|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|even the word "phyllidia" is sluggish, isn't it?! Like Charlie, I love the coolness of the imagery and stillness of the sounds that conjure that deep-sea slow-mo, finally punctured and punctuated by that red-lipped gash and gasp, the breath of life. Beautiful stream of consciousness here. I'm sure Virginia Woolf would love this! :)) xx|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You have a unique way of describing the indescribable. Projecting a dream into the sea of life. Stunning images.
|Reviewed by D. Vegas
|Your poetry is always surprising, Axilea...how you move from uncertainty to living life again.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|That last line's a real zinger, Girl. I love how the poem is melancholy blue-green, and then WOW! there's that color in the end accompanied by the word "zest" which is so colorful, that the rest fairly pools in color.
I want to say something about the autumnal thoughts that come when phyllidiae are mentioned... leaves are so symbolic of endings, and yet these leaf-resembling bugs are the complete opposite--a reminder of what seems is not always what is, and the thought that one is noticed in the midst of myths and ghosts and cold and deathly cold atmosphere, is a good shock to us readers' senses. Here, is found something rare and colorfully alive in the poem of an uncommonly good writer. --Charlie
|Reviewed by jude forese
|synaptic stimulating imagery and motif ... very nice indeed!|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|What an intricate and subtle poem interlaced with gloriously bold imagery! Wow!
|Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen
|This piece to me is very passionate. Rekindling a sensual flame,
taking with you your courage and your heart.
peace and love
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|Completely compelling from start to finish.
When it ended I had goose bumps running down my spine.
I was reminded of a mermaid I spotted on the sea.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thoroughly engaging... ...your words awaken thought and emotions, Axilea. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Janna Hill
|A chilling dream you express beautifully lured by the water nymph.