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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
1/30/2012 |
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| this is uniquely expressed, Roger, and I like how you shift us through the ages and stages with each stanza's perspective on the same "eternal" summer. The inhale-exhale of the final two lines are a brilliant summation as they are, of course, what we should be doing at EVERY stage but it is perhaps inevitable - and an illustration of your point - that we neglect to do so until, perhaps, we breathe our last. Wisdom of age voiced in the skipping lilt of youth. Beautiful sounds combine in my mind... from the Summer Breeze of the Isley Brothers to the haunting reflections of a hip George Harrison! Excellence as always! :)) xx |
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| Reviewed by Joy Hale |
1/28/2012 |
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Your poetic excellence and beautiful, gentle spirit are alive in this work, Roger. Wonderfully penned.
Joy L. Hale |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
1/25/2012 |
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| Such a gentle lilt to this expressive poem ~ |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
1/25/2012 |
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"Come on baby light my fire"
I hear it clear as day. It's 1969 and I'm out in the middle of Devil's Lake on a sunfish sailboat, basking in the summer sun, sail at ease, splashing to keep cool and struggling to keep the radio dry. Time has flown indeed. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Deborah Tornillo |
1/24/2012 |
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With every breath....
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
1/24/2012 |
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| SOMETIMES THOUGHTS CAN 'STING'...ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ARE ABOUT 'MEMORIES'...THAT WERE NEVER AND NEVER WILL BE...CREATED. ENJOYED...THANKS FOR SHARING, ROGER. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH... JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
1/23/2012 |
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Moved me with thoughts of rock concert and weeks spent in the wilderness. Now I look out my back window and see a hawk on the high-power line that forms my backyard in suburbia.
There isn't much time left for nature's song.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
1/23/2012 |
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| You got this one right, Roger. Well done. |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
1/22/2012 |
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Moving through the season as the music plays!
*Roger* I love this!! for it's depth!!!
Lady Vivian
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
1/22/2012 |
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| Full circle feel in this beauty...truly lovely~ |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
1/22/2012 |
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every breath should be as deep as possible and the respiration we hear is the symphony of our own existence ... live in the Now and though our body is alone our spirit is always surrounded ...
nicely versed, Roger ... |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
1/22/2012 |
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The lilting pull of music's spell with every note,
with every breath. A beautiful scent the honeysuckle.
~Roger~ Amazing reflection in your poetry.
Lady Mary Ann |
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| Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson |
1/22/2012 |
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This is quite good sir as I agree. It does seem to reflect along the same lines as my recent poem, "Yesterday Seems To be". The words that we all speak, the emotions brought upon the reflections of our time often carry the same emotions since we all share joy, loss and different degrees of enlightenment with us where ever we may venture. Excellent piece sir, and may all your days be those of joy.
Allen |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
1/22/2012 |
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And your poem nails my philosophy so well, "Live In The Moment"....I rest my case sir fine poet..
To live is to love, but to be loved is living....
I love this poem and your stellar thoughts.
Peace, love and light,
Amber |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/22/2012 |
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I find this poem very apt and meaningful; your theme is ageless and widespread in the life/world, Roger. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
1/22/2012 |
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Quite a lament is this one, Roger. Not able to stop time marching toward eventual death we sometimes pretend that death isn't real. Or if it is real, it will only happen to those and them.
"sweep along like winds of change
as we dance along alone"
Absolutely. I rest my case. |
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