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| Reviewed by Ed J. |
5/19/2012 |
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I was raised on the coast of Virginia and the ocean holds a special place in my life. I went there when I was troubled and it was as if the tides washed everything away with the soothing sounds of the waves. I can relate to this. Wonderful write!
Eddy |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
4/20/2012 |
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Lovliest spot to cleanse and refresh. Beautiful walk
on the shore in spring. Thank you for the sense
of peace and the essence of heart and soul.
Lady Mary Ann |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
4/19/2012 |
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A time at a lonely beach can be very refreshing. Wish I could get to in Nova Scotia shore. All we have here is dirty sand with whatever washed up lately.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Janna Hill |
4/19/2012 |
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The seascape never grows old and poetic thoughts flourish, especially this time of year it seems. I especially took pleasure in the last four lines.
:) Janna
P.S. I love your website. |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
4/18/2012 |
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Anna,
You really capture that feeling of majesty one feels at the beach...the renewal and new beginnings. Well done.
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
4/18/2012 |
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| Sounds marvelous, and you make me want to head back to my lakes and woods very soon. |
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| Reviewed by Asa Seeley |
4/18/2012 |
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serene and inspiring. thanks
asa |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
4/17/2012 |
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YES...early morning walk on the beach with a cup of coffee...what a way to wake up! love this Anna~
Hugs,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner |
4/17/2012 |
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| You don't see the sea, you feel it within, it is hitting your soul, as if the waves speak to you right in to the depth of your soul. As if when the tide comes crashing in you give it your burdens as it takes them back with the tide and drowns them. Perfectly constructed. |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
4/17/2012 |
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I bask in the solitude of nature also, and how beautiful the way you capture it in your poetry. I especially love the final stanza of this poem!
Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/17/2012 |
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| Do so almost everyday ... clears the soul ... |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
4/17/2012 |
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| Nothing beats a deserted beach for reflection, healing, and cleansing. Rain or shine. Enjoyed this. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks |
4/17/2012 |
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| Ah so true. The beach is a special place. Mountain dust beneath your feet, crunchy sand... |
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| Reviewed by Mark Lichterman |
4/17/2012 |
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I live a distance from the ocean and do not go there as often as I should, but do understand the sense of peace and relaxation one... you in particular, Anna, my friend, feels when warm in your woollen coat with the heat of your breath further warming your cheeks you sit watching the never ending movement of waves and water.
Your friend, Mark |
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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
4/17/2012 |
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| I think you have captured an aspect of the ocean that keeps people going back there: "Exposed now, heart and soul naked" That so fully describes how the vast openness of the ocean shore frees us. It has that affect on people. You said it in those words. Great ~~ Diana |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
4/17/2012 |
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| I like the cleansing you are so adroit at, Anna. It is a wonderful feeling to wash your burdens away with the outgoing tide. |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
4/17/2012 |
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Oh what an outstanding write so soothing and refreshing makes the reader feel the calmness as always amazing poetry Laura
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
4/17/2012 |
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| I know the cleansing action of the beach quite well...e |
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