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| Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams |
8/11/2012 |
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| A colorful whisper comes to mind. Soft is the style and bold is the content. Lovely. Be well, Kathy |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
8/3/2012 |
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| Stunning Beauty Kate! So perfectly painted. |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
8/2/2012 |
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Such an exuberant poem ending in marvelous avian music!
An absolute sonic delight for human ears!
Blessings, xx
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
7/31/2012 |
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A festival of colors, passion, feeling and nature that makes my head spin. It is impossible not feel dizzy in such a high concentration of planified seduction, and libidinal energy! Wonderfully effective lines, Kate, and I believe that I would probably fall for the bird/guy.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
7/23/2012 |
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Metaphor delight and colorful movement in this Bowerbird
festive poem. I too watched a documentary of the Bowerbird.
Quite interesting and comical in nature's creation.
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
7/23/2012 |
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| No, thank YOU, dear Roger, and especially for seeing so much more than I was consciously aware of! And darlin Sage: you are so enlightening; I didn't know any of that either but it's quite boggling as, until the last moment, I had "throat" in the final stanza instead of lips! Bless you both, xx |
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
7/23/2012 |
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Beautiful, descriptive words...
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
7/22/2012 |
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a chivalrous male - how many of those are left? -
wooing his lady fair with a monument to love
and eternal devotion; ah yes, always the wonderful touch,
Kate, and that special resonance
john |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
7/22/2012 |
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| adoration , nature never fails to fascinate me |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
7/22/2012 |
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Dear Kate, all of the reviews are grand! I'd like to add that after carefully studying your Bowerbird, I am revealing you've marvelously given us the Zen of Chakra! All colors are focused in yogic posture in a spectrum of light from the pineal to kundalini! Metaphysical aspects as well...pure consciousness of communication and beingness. Throat chakra plays well here with your voice of poetry, esoteric and chi flowing poetry...be well.
Sage |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
7/22/2012 |
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I enjoyed how the imagery builds in intensity from stanza to stanza. Also excellent is your use of intensifiers in the first line of the penultimate stanza, with its second line including an engagingly colourful metaphor for sexual growth, and one of the world wonders fused with fine alliterative form, at once so suggestive of flight and the lust of the libido... this one is certainly not just "for the birds"... and you've managed to suggest that extremely well.
I also like the way you've linked up passion with jealousy... reserving the green fruit for this green-eyed monster... and the reference to the "shrine he sets to build beneath her tender sapling breastbone" with its allusion to the heart of his beloved is also quite fine indeed.
Always a thrill to read such exquisite poetry... Great work... I enjoyed this very much, and I am humbled to have been mentioned as a source of your reflection... Glad you are enjoying my series, too. |
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| Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather |
7/22/2012 |
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| some guy's just know how to do it right, such imagery to kiss-meee. enjoyed! |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
7/22/2012 |
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So appropriately named, and so like some men, the bowerbird showers a potential mate with attractive riches and a good nest. The difference is, that once a man attracts a mate, he often continues the practice to attract others and neglects the one he originally attracted. The bird, however, remains faithful.
So that's where our materialism comes from, our dinosaur birdbrain!
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
7/22/2012 |
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| wonderful metaphor ... very clever ... the imagery is flirtatious as well quite descriptive ... just goes to show you how a male can attract a female with a bush ... |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
7/21/2012 |
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| they look like a crow with more of a bent beak and the odd colored eyes...bet they attract the opposite sex quite well...e |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/21/2012 |
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I love the metaphor, the wonderful imagery and the fine tribute to what must be a fine bird indeed. Thank you for sharing this lovely gift, Kate. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
7/21/2012 |
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| How completely you encompass the Bowerbird. I saw a documentary of that species, and enjoyed how they 'steal' from each other's architectural materials.....quite funny, but your poem captures the romance of a creature as simple as a bird. If one has seen the mansions they build, complete with colorful flowers to swoon the females, one can appreciate the beauty of your choice of words: "the shrine he sets to build beneath/her tender sapling breastbone." That is gorgeous, Kate. Good eyeing a subject for eloquent poetry lines. ~~ Diana |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
7/21/2012 |
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| Me too, Odin. I just checked them out before I commented. The wild kingdom has some spectacular spectacles inside its boundaries. Males of any species do what we have to do in order to grab a choice morsel. |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
7/21/2012 |
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| The language of melody and harmony merged perfectly. You've given me my lesson for the day. Thank you. |
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