|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Such a thought-inciting write, Dawn; I find myself relating closely to what you have shared within your verses and I think your student is fortunate to have you as a teacher (mentor). Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Dawn, this addresses issues of convergence and a very real degree of divergence as well. Divergence in the sense of, "yet they often drift just beyond reach to a dimension she cannot fully comprehend". She is reasonably sure they exist yet she is unable to comprehend them. Your student is most fortunate to have such a knowledgeable resource and mentor available to her. I wish you and your family a very happy Thanksgiving my dear friend. I bid you love and peace. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|This brought me a smile... as it made me think of one of my daughters and the abstract world that she sometimes lives in that doesn't really exist, but that she fully believes exists.
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|In still moments like this, a leap of faith was born. A wonderful tribute to your student!
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Lucky student. Dawn, you are the gifted, warm, thoughtful, and
loving teacher that love to have had 'way back when. Fortunately,
we learn much from you today. Love the poem. -gene.
|Reviewed by Michael Madden
|Wonderful, even down to the abstract nature of the structure. I hope your student loves it.|
|Reviewed by Hariharan Balakrishnan
|Truly inspirational, particularly when it is meant for a student. Reflects true love and understanding.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|A certain irony in the title, Dawn, and yet it's right; abstracts draw us in many directions and move beyond us, too.
You've nailed this.
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|Not just lovely writing, but also lovely thinking, lovely poet, lovely teacher.|
|Reviewed by L Hippler
|Perfect poem to go with that painting, Dawn.|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|I have a hard time grasping abstract sometimes; but I ate a bagel once, baked potato, I like baked potatoes, and the cow jumped over the moon, the moon, somebody get me a blanket, it's cold and the signals are in my head, they know me, know I'm here, do you like hockey, I like hockey, big parades.................what?????????? Lovely poem Dawn. Big fan of Pollack too. Hope you're well.|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Pollocks work was/is certainly revolutionary. And the closer you get to it the more it mystifies. Your thoughts for this young person, here, reveal a loving heart that cares. Blessings to you ... richard|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Oh yes, so profoundly have you caught a state of mind here! I'm guessing about 15. How I love this because of the way you have tied art into your poem, and because you have captured this so imaginatively!
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|...and the more she studies, the more she will see, that is the beauty of art and life~forever changing|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Quite an interesting piece and perspective, Dawn.|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|very nice write! introspective from the view of a young person!|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Last two lines is the kicker. I've often thought of myself as an abstract painting, albeit, a dark one. Nice work, Dawn.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I think in life we all have these moments in time where our very existnace is questioned and the answers float tantalizingly just out of reach in a congested cyber space.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Abstract art leaves many avenues of thought to give it lasting life.