|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Such delicate poise and balance to this divine write, Belle, and it plays upon the heart and mind as the dappled light upon the pale moss and bark of those dazzling birches. Very much like the contrast of the earthy, full-blooded raven-black hair and bronze skin as a complement. It leaves a satisfying and enduring sentiment and image. xx|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|embracing all the beauty & too the tenderness of love
through muse & pen...
Wild Sun Kissed Berries
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Reviewed by Shirley Houston
|This is an "easy listening," beautifully written piece! I am there, under the tree enjoying "his" company.|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|A FINE WORK...DONE WELL AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|enchanting and beautifully crafted ...|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Enchanting is the pleasure of
your Native American poetry
*La Belle* so full of spirit,
as well the artist and music
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|You tell such a beautiful story La Belle Rouge... a beautiful vision and felt and experienced in your writing! When it involves nature you have my complete attention through those you envision in this poem.
Wonderful, thank you for this wonderful share
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Your story telling skills in romantic verses are beyond compare and this one is no exception...
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|...puts one in the native element... a vestigial vision, rare and radiant... love the music and the imagery... oh for those warm summer nights beneath the birches by the river, with the fire crackling and the lap of the current over the pebbles by the shore... this poem takes us there! Wonderful!
a pretty piece indeed, Poetess...
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Simply enchanting. That scene must've played out millions of times before a single European step foot on the continent and ruined an idyllic lifestyle forever. I'm reminded of Man in the Wilderness, where Richard Harris is abandoned for dead and survives. Anyway, he is in the deep forest when a warrior brings his a woman who has childbirth in front of Richard Harris's eyes while spring snow still lies on the forest floor. Nine months after that summertime tryst, a child is born in March or April. It was one of the most moving movie scenes I've ever experienced.
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Belle, you always seem to blend your words so majestically with the music and the photo you select.
Very NICE on all counts. Dick
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Flowing of the river and beneath river birches
you have entailed a romance over which the
Sister Eagle Glides. Marveling in the music and
your word brush of rejoicing.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Beauty in your words, Belle!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Pure, unadulterated love poem by the Poetess Of The Heart, La Belle Rouge her fine self.|