|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|i love this exploration of connectivity, Axilea,
in the simplest everyday things there is link
and communality, even communion;
your final stanza is, for me, as close to perfection
as a poet can get;
sorry i'm late getting here but so much has been going on
my best to you
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|I love what your travels have brought back with you here, Axilea. Your psyche is just loving it, I can tell, and it adds yet more wonderful richness to your depth and style of writing. Yes, I think we travel the world in search not of our differences and losses in time and space, but to gain from what remains in legacy, and in discovery of our ties and similarities; missing pieces of the jigsaw of our own DNA. To be fearless and open-minded as a globe-trotter enables us to be all people at all times and to return with our selves augmented and enlightened. Love the telling details of people, place, emotion and meaning here. Unique storytelling in your unmistakeable voice as always; you are always the unraveller of secrets. xx|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Profound. Your poetry is always a mesmerizing journey through the undertow of emotions and life. Always a joy. Liz|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Sometimes it feels as if time fold back on itself. A poem of deep thoughts, well penned.|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|there is something to be said for the luxury of tea and sympathy. So nice to read this posting of yours. Glad you had a nice break.|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Sublime and emotionally resonant!
The questions draw me in and leave me feeling the poem all the more.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Have you read Shannon Hale's Goose Girl series? Okay, they're fairy tales, but in them, the girls speak the languages of the wind, water, fire and trees. Imagine if you could understand the language of the past--the language of the sea-- of a specific wall--so that it's not just "if walls could talk", but that they actually do; it's a matter of just hearing clearly what they all have to say. Then, you could row out in a boat to the middle of the sea, and hear its ballads and write them down, translating all those ancient songs into modern languages--all of them you speak, from the language of the deep. But in a way, that's what poets do. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Asa Seeley
|we will always search to understand better...always follow patterns and learn more...always 'connect' or 'disconnet'. it is what we do. it is a part of living and give us (as our den poet, susie palmer says) 'meaning'. thanks
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|All I can discern from this is that the rolling cylinder is time and the cemetery signifies going back to see the past's connection the present.
|Reviewed by Keith Rowley
|Welcome back Axilea. Your poem brings to mind the intuitive pattern matching at which creative engineers and mystics tend to be quite good. It's evocative and flows fairly well, utilizing some admirably concise and interrelated images that are the expression of underlying forces. Cool!|
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
|I like the poem, Axilea....it speaiks of family, and journeying and the little eeryday things that make up a life. The cylinder seal mis a great metaphor, both for lifr repeating itself, and that life just rolls on....excellent!
|Reviewed by stan nassano
|Wind under our Wings Axilea.........Uplifting|
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Would that more than this site's members could read this and realize, as I have, how universal the "cylinder" is, the enigmatic power its many imaginings have and the cyclic symbolism as a reminder that there is no end to anything, only change. Very enjoyable and arresting piece of writing.|
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|Good to read your crisp clear images, your resonant rhythms, and your rich cadences replete with rare profundities... brings out the archaic yet relevant philosophical truth... very nice to have you back at AD with us Axilea.
Sounds like your holiday was restful, yet richly rewarding...
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|life's journey imprints us with many experiences which we attempt to link to our roots, family and the whole of mankind - many artifacts exist to blend with the traditions passed from one generation to the next, imprinted genetically within us - much like the "rolling cylinder" you have artistically depicted in your rendering - "some cay and shy smiles" is a magnetic passage stirring a mix of conscious thought to artifacts and historic family events - your poem feels warm with conversational qualities and relates the mix of events with emotion - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Your back! I must say your poetry was well missed. Crystal clear images come to my mind as I read your clever lines.
Well written and well thought out.
Another gem from Axilea!
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Welcome back to AD, and hope your absence was noteworthy and exciting, and judging by your poetry it was that.|
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Welcome back...Axilea, the wordsmith, I love This!