Recent Reviews for Kate Burnside
Still Life (Poetry) - 12/8/2013 7:01:48 PM|
I love the imagery and the thoughts and emotions that your words awaken, Kate. Thank you for sharing this unique experience as seen through your eyes. Love and best wishes to you,
Still Life (Poetry) - 12/8/2013 5:12:36 PM
Ah, lovely London, so nicely captured in your poem, Kate. I love the poignant opening refrain, the exquisite imagery throughout, and the deep contrasts between dark and light, animate and inanimate. Wonderful effort!
Still Life (Poetry) - 12/8/2013 3:26:01 PM
"goes on. Gently folding
and refolding quiet hands"
THIS is the poem. These two lines says it all. History is bound to repeat itself and all we seem to be able to do about it is capsuled within these lines. Good to see you again, Kate.
Still Life (Poetry) - 12/8/2013 2:07:20 PM
The chosen words so deftly placed, arouse in the reader both the magic of imagination and the reality of all good things have their counter, the maintenance that could interrupt, doesn't. The floating baggage no longer needed, for the moment, the possible memories dreaming through the "quiet hands." Lovely imaging. Took me back to Paris.
Still Life (Poetry) - 12/8/2013 2:05:24 PM
Still life goes on without repeating itself, or rewinding to hit play again, or some such anachronistic reiteration, there among the detritus, among some other deterrent, "among some talk of you and me," these unselfconscious things, petty, paltry or petulant, among this and that bric a brac, as the self is formed, sans clutter, amid the clatter of cleats on some green field, they'll yet be reciting this fine poem, Ms. Burnside, where life is still life.
Still Life (Poetry) - 12/8/2013 2:04:35 PM
So nice to see you posting again, Kate Excellent work
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 10/28/2013 4:50:28 AM
so visual......teasing.....and declared....I love the way you write Kate :)
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 10/23/2013 6:18:10 AM
We 'see through a glass darkly...' sometimes. Nicely done, Kate!
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 10/18/2013 8:54:24 PM
So much clarity in this piece I just love how you express things Beautiful in its imagery and the reflection in the window is not at all hazy...it is crystal clear
Age Of Enlightenment (Poetry) - 10/6/2013 9:23:50 AM
At age 80, I appreciate this work more than before. Now, I just can't wait to come of age. It seems like I've been waiting forever.
I love your "Age of Enlightenment."
A Knight's Tale" (Poetry) - 7/9/2013 10:01:06 PM
Something written so long ago, I find now, nonetheless A Truest Knights n ladies Tale.
Missed you KB xoxoxxo
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 7/7/2013 3:43:20 PM
The first thing that strikes me here is the dramatic quality of this piece, that I can almost hear recited as a powerful monologue. Then I feel all the jagged edges of this writing, the moment of truth that comes with incisive revelations and cutting remarks. The "other side" has decided to talk and you are not going to like what he/she/it is going to say! A chilling experience of strength and fragility! :)
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 7/6/2013 6:57:33 PM
I'm with Nick Lowe, Kate, I love the sound of breaking glass....
Seriously, I've always been fascinated with glass and its manufacture.... does it really come from sand? The glassblowers have provided poetic inspiration for many. Tennessee William's wrote an evocative play about a delicate girl fascinated with her glass menagerie of animals. And Alice was never the same when she went through the looking glass! Actually, Alice is unperturbable, unchangeable, and not at all lost in daydreams or fantasies - though right in the middle of one - like the character in the William's play.
Let's raise a glass to glass and through a glass brightly we'll see the wondrous! all the best, kenny
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/30/2013 4:42:11 PM
Glass, it provides clarity for the self within the soul and for the world and yet its brokenness can be earth shattering, literally ...
Let the alarms ring! Might they be celebratory!!!
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/29/2013 4:22:27 PM
Rich poetry, that's what you write Kate. In words and thought and most of all in soul. Let those alarms ring and ignore them all!!
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/25/2013 1:53:34 AM
Writing from an inanimate objects viewpoint.
Reminds me of ole narcissus. The water didn't miss his looks, it missed its reflection in his eyes.
A story told by his college glassmate! The ending says quite a lot about its joy from being a mere pane. Let them ring, indeed.
Clever write klassy Kate !
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/24/2013 12:29:37 PM
An inanimate object talking, what brilliance! Hope you will be joining us more, as you can see below, Kate!
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/24/2013 2:54:39 AM
Ring (and Write) On.
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 4:44:23 PM
Bet you use Windex to keep those windows sparkling...? e
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 3:17:57 PM
Unique clarity in touch of glass with
your verses pristine in wonder.
Lady Mary Ann
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 12:50:17 PM
OMG kate, so glad I logged in this morning... stellar piece from you, loved everything about it!
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 12:34:14 PM
I have heard many poets sing your praises, I have now begun to realise why.
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 8:38:34 AM
There is much to think about in what you have shared with us through your verses, Kate; to me, this is metaphorically and symbolically engaging. Love and best wishes to you,
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 8:16:16 AM
An enigma personified is a rarity for me to read. Superb tone, making the intimacy of glass, be it mirrored, clear, or frosted, enchanting. Wonderful conceptualizing focus.
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 8:06:02 AM
Unlike others, I don't seem to be able to see through the glass darkly. I will just say that what you wrote turned me on immensely.
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 7:33:18 AM
Kate, you've returned after long absence with a philosophical gem of wisdom. And too boot, you have broken through the mysteries of our psychological glass, that fragile barrier that permits us to observe desire while mirroring ourselves. "Don't believe in bad luck'. The only thing to be lost if I crack is momentary clarity." Yes, that has to be for me part and parcel as to the essence of this creative rendering. So very good to be able to once again read your poetry. May peace and love be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 6:48:00 AM
First of all, welcome back, Kate! You have been missed.
"The only thing to be lost if I crack / is momentary clarity" In an element so fragile, it is telling that clarity is so fleeting a thing... if I am glass, you crack me up, and then what might my future hold? Does it not depend upon what lies beneath the glass? Is it "Bijou" (precious jewel)? Is it a glassy stair to who knows where? Is it a chary smile masking much more than meets the eye of the beholder whose ungloved hands hover over the surface? Indeed, what lies beneath the pane? An alarming meditation to be caught up in, is it not? Such is the stuff of subtext this reader's response conjures from the 'visage' evoked by the reflections provoked by this vision of rare delight. So nice to have you back among us, Kate.
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 6:24:58 AM
Ah, I can see clearly now.
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 5:33:21 AM
Intriguing and absolutely surreal in its conception and purpose. There is much to draw from here, but the real kicker is when the glass says, "I, too, never knew desire until I was told I must not break."
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 4:39:00 AM
Pure poetry made from a pane of glass. Only good poets know how to create such wonderful illusions.
The Unseen Purpose Of Glass (Poetry) - 6/23/2013 4:25:47 AM
Well Penned Kate
Love & Peace be with you
A Close Brush With Reality (Poetry) - 6/22/2013 2:53:54 PM
"I never got to know my real self
My alter ego
My invisible friend..."
I think some of us never do. Thought-provoking, Kate. Thank you for this and for your kind and deeply meaningful comments on my latest poem, "Seeking Solace." Love and best wishes to you,
For The Missing (Poetry) - 6/13/2013 6:35:34 AM
ever questioning past, future & present.
well penned, kate.
For The Missing (Poetry) - 6/7/2013 5:34:56 AM
hopefully the missing will find themselves ...
fine poem, Madame Kate ... i have missed your work ...
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/30/2013 1:40:11 PM
Left my heart in mouth.
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/30/2013 7:18:52 AM
I feel abundant sensitivity in these lines, Kate. Perception, reflection, admission. Marvelous four words: "...where even silence shudders." No wonder there is such reader response to this profound writing. ~~ Diana
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/17/2013 2:57:25 AM
Striking reflection here on hat anxious waiting that is part of human nature... anxiety and guilt define us, but also motivate our actions. Have we been abandoned by our mothers, missing her warmth in physical and metaphysical ways? Who is this father that we are all waiting for, the soothing embrace of transcendence?
Such a beautiful atmosphere in this poem, Kate, one that evokes the fragility of hope and longing and the fear and excitement of the unknown.
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/15/2013 4:37:16 PM
This could be read as are 'you" missing as you age, lose ourselves with each year moving farther away from what we may stand for or think we stand for , what we wanted to become /became. Luv the last stanza and how true that feeling is when your young and small. What have we lost as adults? I'm taken with the way you presented this Kate!
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/15/2013 1:03:10 PM
outstanding write Kate
to me to times of the past present and future
with subjects that slaps us with reality
Love & peace be with you
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/14/2013 5:16:51 PM
so fluent in translating emotions in each stanza. Fact from fiction. Fiction from fact, both are the transformation to truth in any situation.
Begins with the decimated ruins caused by Henry viii now such vile carnage is accepted as "ooo, must see that lovely ruin, Dolly"
Then the fragile future, The future has always seemed fragile right back to Grecian times.
- tall backs of strangers - such an artfully use of image and words - dark, yet powerful, so very powerful.
Ones mind turns to the missing street children and those that are traffiked violating every human remains of civilisation.
Much of what you first wrote was perhaps trashed just leaving the concise clarity. Of time past, ahead and present, though do we, can we ever leave the present period? xx
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/14/2013 7:48:50 AM
Much said about the apocalyptic view of our times and the plight of children who can no longer play freely in the street without fear of abduction.
As strange as it may seem, and I haven't done any real research on the subject, I believe our children are far safer today from abduction than they ever were in the past when the media did not pounce on every missing child, there was no Internet, and no Amber alert.
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/14/2013 7:01:08 AM
Very powerful in the loss of a child...
the few we do not think about on this day
of our celebration over our happy healthy children...
Love and Light
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/14/2013 6:32:49 AM
Immensely enjoyed, Kate----one of your many Best!
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/14/2013 5:45:22 AM
Wow...I wonder about these children every day. They need our prayers.
Love and blessings,
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/14/2013 2:58:43 AM
Powerfully sad, Kate. (But nice to see you posting again.)
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 9:15:56 PM
Heavy write with deep thoughts...something to think about and allow to sink in..as well a scary posting...e
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 8:20:45 PM
Beautiful lines with this mysterious recollection that consumes everything and etched forever in their gaze.
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 6:53:24 PM
Kate, we all will answer the roll call of, 'The Missing', in due time. The question,"in the fury of the moment when the fears of doubt ring out, who, who will answer?", was the emotion that came immediately into my wondering mind. There is for me a sense of resignation, closure in the emotions wending their way through this beautiful rendering. May love and peace be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 4:15:33 PM
much more than memorabilia here... a fuselage of recessed recollections not to be forgotten begotten of a blend between what once was and what may yet become suffused by the angst-ridden retina-held diurnal rumba we roil through day by rigorous day... tumult and turmoil, just a foretaste of forever unsung, neither heroic nor altogether banal, but most mordant malaise comes in knowing it's a bit of both worlds... (my own wet feet lap lake water from Spring's nether shores where we all miss you terribly when you're not writing, which is enough to make us cherish what you offer all the more)...
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 3:25:12 PM
As always your poetry involves more than just one reading and the core is what we face in this world where there are no longer any certainties.
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 2:22:19 PM
A deeply "involving" write that awakens thoughts and emotions, Kate. You have me thinking. Love and best wishes to you,
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 11:25:31 AM
Memory, unknown, and fear. If it light's the fragile lantern.
Lady Mary Ann
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 9:21:19 AM
A glimpse of life through a dark lens leaving me to wonder "what, when, where is the moment of truth or enlightenment?" Is this the missing ending for the missing?
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 9:06:27 AM
Deeply moving on this Monday morning. I shall go back to my philosophy, Always live in the present moment, let go of the past and don't worry about the future.
However, your "now" spins quite a tale to behold!
Peace love and light,
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 8:52:30 AM
so very sad but true
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 8:49:13 AM
Okay. You burnt a memory in my brain that will never go away. Taking the ruins and rotten buildings you made of the past will forever haunt you and cause you much regret. Eventually you are alone, waiting alone waiting for scripture-based hopes for a place with streets paved with gold. And there you are, young and fearless, mother's eyes are trained away from the ones who will take you away from her forever.
For The Missing (Poetry) - 5/13/2013 8:30:57 AM
Deep thought Kate and emotive nuances. Well penned as always.
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/17/2013 6:38:03 PM
Maybe is the road less travelled that finds its way "home" again.
Internal roads and external roads alike!
Happy travels to you Kate xx Blessings, Christine
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/15/2013 8:42:33 PM
"Maybe" is a scenic route. What inventor has not gone down that tangent?
Melting butter on a hot scone, Kate. Every strophe has a hidey-hole of pithy substance. I too like the "feathered roosting place that keeps us on the wing" (paradoxical thoughts therein) and "breathing out the speckled darkness as moonshine daylight breathes us in." And I love the bit about roadblocks. Just today I found the most scenic tucked-away spot of beauty because of a literal roadblock.
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/15/2013 9:07:19 AM
Home... I loved your words of home...
It reminded me of some of teenage children who have left home, thinking they are adults and know it all...wanting freedom from what they think is confining and smothering... but in the end, home draws them back again... that comfort of knowing that where ever we roam home is always that safe roosting place waiting for them to return... a return to what they know, their roots. I would hope that their memory's arrows draw straight lines back home for them.. that their paths of wandering don't take them too long away from their hearts' home and that their detours find a way back home...
Your words gave me much to contemplate...
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/14/2013 6:32:49 PM
Breathing out the speckled darkness as moonshine
daylight breathes us in. Marvelous the faith-filled guiding paths.
Ldy Mary Ann
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 7:32:01 PM
maybe the long way back for the faithful is the revelation existence is always rooted in our ability to accept the obstacles comforting us ...
que ser sera indeed! ;)
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 2:36:04 PM
'Maybe" you have delicately finessed from our minds the possibilities
we unintentionally overwhelm when we permit our actions and thoughts to propel us like cogs in a wheel, upon a self guiding and self limiting track. It is the last two lines of the last stanza that reach out boldly for me. So life the journey or life the adventure? I'll fill my plate with detours if you please, as the wonder brings the life back to me. It is good to read your poetry Kate, and the absence has not diminished your aplomb one iota. Thank you for creating a thinking reader's rendering to stimulate and reward. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 12:21:36 PM
loved the delicately weaved rhyme schemes within this..
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 11:03:10 AM
Maybe you're right. I certainly hope so. Beautifully written and expressed.
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 8:30:37 AM
Excellent array of provocative words fulfilling a thread-line of hope, while allowing inherent warnings that the discovery may be fraught with question and disappointment. Beautifully rendered.
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 8:27:30 AM
Wise and lovely in flow; your verses awaken thoughts and emotions as always, Kate. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes to you,
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 6:50:07 AM
Good write, Kate, and good to see you writing again...e
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 6:27:13 AM
Behold the poet! Words that soothe, inspire, and move us on an imaginary cushion to a place where we have never been. And what a soft landing. A delightful journey.
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 5:31:09 AM
It is good to read another Kate-Write, and as usual you are right on with 'Maybe'...strong word choice in layered fashion...nicely done.
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 5:09:28 AM
If memory serves, this detour holds scenic promise of many more moonshine daylight vistas whose bright burdens beckon like beacons. This "Maybe" one of your most tensile reverberations, Kate. It has a supple feel and a solid, stalking horse kind of cadenced feel to it that neither pulls nor pushes as it sweeps the reader along into a variety of positions and nuanced directions... taking us home again and again so we see it uniquely and directly as if for the first time.
I, for one, have really missed your contributions, and hope the next one up is not quite so long in coming as this one has been.
Hope you are well, Kate.
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 4:59:06 AM
Detours. Seem I have lived most of my life busting through detour signs just to see what was on the other side. You have some wonderful lines and phrases within the confines of this jewel of a poem, Kate. But this one, the last verse says it all . . .
"Que sera is for the faithful
who walk a laid-down track;
faith-filled wonder guides the paths of those
whose detours call them back."
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 3:56:17 AM
very nicely worded, i like it
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 3:03:27 AM
Good Morning Kate!
So good to see you back!
It's funny how many of us are on the same wave length. Your poem is refreshing. Your depth of emotion strikes a chord within me.
Hope you are well and always know that your poetry touches so many people
Much peace love and light
Maybe (Poetry) - 4/13/2013 3:00:11 AM
Ah yes if it weren't for the road blocks in life where would we have ended up. Happily driving over a cliff that wasn't supposed to be there but alas no warning sign was posted.
Dreams (Poetry) - 4/9/2013 3:13:49 PM
I love the idea of breaching boundaries. I am intrigued by "quietly treading water." This is to be felt and understood, eyes closed. I'd love to hear you read it aloud. It feels like velvet washing over me.
Dreams (Poetry) - 4/5/2013 12:12:26 PM
Aye, M'Lady, the dreams may toss restlessly, and sometimes even end up athwart the tide. But they are a necessary part of our imagination. Let a chocolate breeze catch your sails.
Dreams (Poetry) - 3/14/2013 7:10:25 AM
I love how we can be bathed so purely by the light of dreams and immersed by their secrets within the maze of their course. Beautiful work as always, Kate I truly hope you are well my friend.
Dreams (Poetry) - 3/13/2013 2:51:26 PM
Kate, this magnificent poem has been posted for a while and I somehow have been ignorant of its existence much to my dismay. You relate 'Dreams' with elegant lines that caress the senses and play in the mind on a panoramic theatrical screen that teases the imagination. And then whisper with tenderness philosophical expressions that demand our attention, lest we miss even one heightened reference. For dreams are the quintessential essence of our nocturnal realm where we spend those mysterious and regenerative portions of our lives. I see the bliss of conception and our ties to the deep in this work of art. A library piece for this reader's ongoing enjoyment. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Dreams (Poetry) - 3/2/2013 1:26:50 AM
their ebb and flow’s
the fertile damp
on love-rippled skin
keeping us from sleep."
Kate....One of your very best, my dear friend....Profound and mesmerizing....cheers...love n luck...BHUWAN!
Dreams (Poetry) - 2/10/2013 7:34:29 PM
Organic beauty, mineral mystery, the sea within our mind. Love the word choice, especially in the whole second stanza, with caressing and penetrating sounds.
Hugs, dear Kate.
Franco (Poetry) - 1/29/2013 5:09:29 PM
hahahahaha, okay, where is the rest of this? you left me wanting more, good one!
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/28/2013 12:20:54 PM
Your symbolism is as rich as the imagery and alliterative force of your poetry. Seas that curl like readers with a good book in front of a fire hold much subconscious allure in the dreamscape of your fantastic world, replete with a nightswimming image of "quietly treading water" under the "thinning moon" ... you've set a pensive and pregnant mood that is as fertile as "love-rippled skin / keeping us from sleep." Such an archetypal poem. Wonderful tone and so sensitively-wrought.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/25/2013 4:36:55 PM
Kate this is an exquisite poem, so soft, gentle yet very sensual. Hope you are well Sweet Friend.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/25/2013 2:49:40 PM
As ever, a beautiful SENSUAL rendition of your subject!
A master in repose xx Blessings xx Love xx Stardust xx
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 1/25/2013 8:19:32 AM
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/25/2013 8:18:47 AM
I have missed reading from you my friend, glad to be back and be welcome by your lovely words.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/25/2013 4:02:31 AM
Who needs sleep, with dreams such as these.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 6:07:11 PM
The imagery that you have created vividly paints the dreamscape that you have shared through your verses. Thank you, Kate. Love and best wishes to you,
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 5:40:35 PM
the water image in the opening
is striking and picked up again in the
opening of the final stanza - brain and womb
the two essential liquid places and both places
finely penned, Great Kate,
a deep pleasure
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 5:31:00 PM
Lovely mystic dream senses awakening.
Lady Mary Ann
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 4:59:25 PM
the unexpected swell in the pea soup , the fog that rolls back and then comes in a little closer, leaving you drenched in a sensual dream world.....totally awesome, magnificient poem Kate :)
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 12:51:28 PM
In all Englishmen/people, we have the salt of the sea in our being.
To life your metaphors do come. Rather like a mirrored sea in the hush of a moonlit night. Purbeck isle is deep within your being too.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 8:37:12 AM
Do women have wet dreams? Looks like it.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 8:20:37 AM
dreams do emit the "magnetism like moistened lips" and are the alchemical vibrations that keep us awake ... great images, Katera ...
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 6:33:50 AM
A compelling take on dreams, Kate. Discerning imagery. Enjoyed. r
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/24/2013 6:03:54 AM
such dreams are exactly as you have so beautifull described
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/23/2013 10:27:54 PM
Thanks for sharing this exquisitely crafted piece with us, full of explicit, vivid imagery and profound sensitivity. I particularly loved the opening line as well as the perfectly crafted "They magnetise like moistened lips." Just lovely, Kate!
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/23/2013 5:40:12 PM
Last paragraph puts this write in context and is visualized with the delight of sleepy eyes.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/23/2013 5:36:38 PM
There are times when I would not make it through the night without my dreams. A very good write.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/23/2013 3:25:11 PM
There are soothing abstracts here, making us aware that dreams are of both our conscious time and slumber time, and in all cases, there to offer some subtext to our perceptions, imbuing our understanding with personal insight reserved for only the dreamer's sense of magic. Like most of your verbal tapestries, DREAMS provides much to ponder and use, becoming a viable tool for the reader's own private aspirations of the mind and heart.
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/23/2013 3:18:03 PM
What a beautiful visual writing my dear Kate...
This gives me such a beautiful view!
How beautiful memories or remembrances can do this to us!
I can feel the flow of this, it is soothing to my soul...
Love and Light
Dreams (Poetry) - 1/23/2013 3:14:32 PM
Kate, this one is full of fun and frivolity and masterfully done by you. Double entendre's fill the lines unceasingly, and I read with a crooked grin plastered all over my mug. You took the English language and rocked with it. Yep. Masterful. I'll be saving this . . .
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 1/12/2013 5:12:36 PM
Very beautiful poetry.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 1/11/2013 2:40:23 PM
Stunned. Yup, as per u, stunned at how easily you find the depth of meaning. Shocked totally shocked at your value for peace and stillness.
Rome is home. Athens?! Who dare. Your white feathers must still be afloat.;)
Log (Poetry) - 1/10/2013 4:05:39 PM
The connection between life and function.....the circle....like it.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 1/10/2013 4:04:03 PM
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 1/3/2013 10:27:14 AM
If it's Fall this must be ... an apotheosis! A fine blend of resonance with the sense that one has come upon 'home' forever and finally, at long last, known it for the first time. And a cozy cottage built in air it is, with its "bowls of warm air to nest in. I like the sibilance of "sulphurous shine" and love the melodious manner in which it glides so effortlessly into the luxuriant tones of "my marble"... then there are the feathers to assume with its vestigial echoes from Dickinson's hopeful poem. Hope is the thing with feathers, after all! There is so much more to recommend this poem, but especially evocative is the birthing or shall I say relinquishing or releasing image of "frail flesh now casts its nubile shadows, / no longer veiled within clear wings". A quintessential emergence, and the next couplet pulls out an Eastern emphasis on Greece and a Western Emphasis on that other classical influence--Rome... it really is a cradle of civilization, new and old, isn't it? With hints of a new world apotheosis. and the full circle charms wound up image of the nest at the end of an age. Simply marvelous rendering, Kate. You've sculpted a masterpiece here. Enjoyed immensely. Helen thinks it's fine, too!
Oh, and one more thing... I kept getting flashes of a song while contemplating your "above and below....east to...west to..." imagery": It's that old Barry Manilow tune... do you know it: "I been up, down, trying to get the feeling again, all around, trying to get the feeling again!" Seems to fit with the longing for / aching for home this poem creates... and like I said, coming upon it afresh after being there forever, and knowing it for the first time... compelling read.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/30/2012 8:58:31 PM
So sumptuous in sonic brilliance, but honestly you are all angel.
I don't think there's much mortal in you angel Kate.
I'm being serious here.
Happy New Year!!! Blessings,
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 12/30/2012 10:57:47 AM
Truly a thought-inspiring offering, Kate. That "place" would most likely soothe this constant pain that I feel. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 12/25/2012 6:17:10 PM
It is indeed how it was before and, even as we long for this state of bliss and primeval reunion, we also realize that it is the death drive that freezes and hypnotizes us, so that we end up wishing for something that is not meant to be during our lifetime. Maybe a little bit of meditation, a good night's sleep and the arms of the one(s) we love can transform a brief moment in life into that Zen-like state that you are describing here... :) Delightful writing, dear Kate.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/20/2012 8:08:22 PM
I choose to see mostly the twigs and the nest here Kate, always seeing a tree in what you write... anyways, I'm thinking how permanent "home" seems, but in human years, a bird's nest is ephemeral--here today, gone tomorrow, like falling leaves on an otherwise permanent tree. What never changes? The moon and the sun, like clockwork.
Lady Moon with her marble skin rises on Athens as the sulphurous, shining Sun sets on Rome. He falls out of sight until morning, when she is gone from view. Talk about your unrequited love! They meet in the middle and prepare to build their nest of cloudy haze, but poor Lady Moon, though donning her nebulous veil, is but a shadow at midday, and yellow-barrell-chested Sun has left the altar (again). She's just saying, "I do" as he says "Adieu". Only you could wrap that all up with the image of a tree. --Charlie
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/18/2012 8:23:52 PM
A HEAVENLY PIECE KATE
ENJOYED IT'S METHOLOGY EXPERIENCE
LOVE & PEACE BE WITH YOU
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/16/2012 9:54:11 AM
somehow this one got past me :(
yes, we are still in-between the heavenly and worldly perspectives ... in our effort to do so, we pause not to fall too far, reassesses our direction and "stray twigs and leaves of sunset/
sculpt bright vestiges of home" ... i luv your perspective and approach ... powerful imagery as well as spiritually provoking content ... may your poetic feathers keep you soaring ...
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/16/2012 3:57:06 AM
the poet sees through apprearances here
and gently nudges illusions to rightful margin;
for me, too, a stir of 'send in the clowns' that
midair image, that trick of fate and circumstance,
that hard reality;
this is fine, Great Kate, truly fine
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/13/2012 5:39:09 PM
Beautiful control here, Dear Kate. You have created an experience of great depth with such few carefully selected words. The images are of such proportion they both humble and inspire the reader. Reading this is like being a wall flower observing the gods. You place the reader in a very desirable position. And those last two lines are to die for.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/13/2012 8:45:50 AM
Stunning poetry! I love this stanza:
I lean east to rise on Athens;
you tilt west to set on Rome.
The Gods would approve!!!
Much peace, love and light,
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/12/2012 8:10:31 PM
The first time I read this poem, I thought of the way we see our parents, when we no longer idealize them and yet... they're still somewhere in between, mere mortals, and immortalized introjects. Then I thought love also makes us feel this way, until that feeling of being inseparable and immortal gradually adapts to reality. But what becomes when we loose our gods to reality? We keep seeking for meaning and transcendence, even in all the wrong places! You made me think, dear Kate... and maybe the two half immortal, half human beings are going through something that we all go through...
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/11/2012 7:05:47 PM
This speaks of the machinery of the universe, of those things that underlie the (spiritual) forces of the moon and the sun; of the duality of nature and opposing poles of force. It also reminds me somewhat of the Thaumiel, the divided shadows of unity, each of its two heads ever at war and which merely by being, rebels against its own existence though it knows this not. Even the darkness longs for home...
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/10/2012 9:02:33 PM
I am impressed. I wonder how many hours you must spend at "sculpting" such perfection. I am grateful that you share your gift, milady Kate. Love, respect, and best wishes to you,
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/10/2012 6:13:48 PM
this is interesting after your pre-birth poem. This is a birth. This blending of hard and soft and clarity and shadow. The inbetween, a realm all yours and yours alone. the safety net that catches. The quietude. It's beautiful really. A melding, a comingle that fits together as a whole.....like this Kate.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/10/2012 2:57:30 PM
"But there, mid-air, mid-way
between immortal and mere human,"
That, dear Kate is the place we all poets dwell.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/10/2012 8:31:53 AM
Kate, I have read this a few times and find intrigue with the premise. Two individuals pondering fate and mortality. "But there, mid-air, mid-way between immortal and mere human". It is your last stanza that sets my mind whirling with questions and excitement. Are your two characters merely statues? I love this rendering and will read again and again as the root of your intent teases my imagination delightfully. A piece for my library. Can't let this one get awy from me. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/9/2012 6:18:14 PM
The in-between is a place of threshold and balance. A beautiful write!
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/9/2012 4:50:13 PM
For this secular humanist, you have penned a clustering of images that relies not on any dogma, secular or religious, but asks the reader to accept Mother Nature and the cosmos as matter in transition. In the case of of Fall of the Gods, there is an ancient wisdom seeking redemption from the twisted way so many humans choose to to play-act their so-called "spiritual" side. Every line here is fitted with perfectly chosen words and ideas, hearkening back to to the irony of Plato and Socrates with differences, yet seeking the same end. Then you change trajectory, offering an existential swerve, if you will, to what could be accepted as one of the many alternative thoughts Camus offered in his asking us to make a reality for ourselves that would neuter a defeatist attitude...allowing one to believe life can be worth while, but we must make it so, as in your: "But there, mid-air, mid-way between immortal and mere human,..." the "stray twigs and leaves of sunset sculpt bright vestiges of home." So many believe they know home, so few are willing to experience it beyond societal dogma. A brilliant piece of poetry...at least for this student.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/9/2012 2:53:41 PM
I am confused, although I know I should put the words together, they are failing me.
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/9/2012 2:26:19 PM
U sure u never did drugs...sounds like an acid trip or flashback to me...;-)
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/9/2012 1:24:16 PM
a deffinately historical visionof the myths
Fall Of The Gods (Poetry) - 12/9/2012 1:23:38 PM
Ah, in other words, Kate, Ne'er the twain shall meet . . . Except for THIS time, because the stray twigs and leaves borne out of the sun . . . therein lies home sweet home. That's my take and I'm sticking by it. Heh.Heh.
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 12/1/2012 8:37:01 AM
the non-thought of pre-birth is loaded with memories existing on a spiritual plane ... just glad my mother avoided the "python squeeze on pain" so it did'nt put any direct strain on me until the post-birth turned its back and then nothing was like it was before ...
this poem definitely gives birth to idea ... nicely done ...
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/27/2012 12:34:55 AM
the womb's the place; but the lease is only 9 months, alas,
and then we're turfed out to join the heaving mass of humanity.
I cannot agree more, Kate. This 'is' the heaven for everyone. K
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/26/2012 4:49:56 AM
Always we never really quite grasp how good we have it until after. Sometimes not such a bad state of mind. They say ignorance is bliss. Another mind provoking poem from our Kate. Hope all is well in jolly ole England.
Much peace love and light
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/25/2012 4:12:29 PM
anticipation is almost always far greater than the actuality. in some instances :) ~ Morgan
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/24/2012 12:51:03 PM
really lovely poetry
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/23/2012 6:59:39 AM
WOW! beautiful- 'like love without forever'
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/22/2012 10:09:48 AM
"Its how it was before" and perhaps for many of us, as it remains now. If only more were capable of perceiving "love" as a creative energy, an amorphous state of mind and being that never settles into any fixed identity or ideological dogma. It is as you portrayed, wet and warm and forever seeking out only its refuge from that which would destroy it. Your "Pre-Birth" is an infinite aliveness for the conscious. Beautifully said. Thank you.
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/22/2012 9:15:45 AM
Very interesting, almost metaphysical. Trying to conceive of life after conception before birth. I'm not sure if you wrote it or found it, but it is quite mesmerizing to read.
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/22/2012 7:00:26 AM
Touching, insightful, cuts through like a razor's edge to the core of all relationships!
It's worth a try to live without any worry of rejection, I think, to give love in that state...free floating...and maybe forever just happens
Blessings xx Love to you,
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 7:46:50 PM
Kate, you have aroused a suspicion I have long held with regards to my antenatal, prenatal journey. My mother had two successive miscarriages prior to my birth. The last, three months prior to my conception. I have always felt a kinship, a bonding to two figures who have appeared often in my dreams for as long as I have been able to remember a dream. A faceless baby girl and a faceless baby boy, struggling for air as they fell into the water and were never able to swim, and thus perished. My antenatal existence has been a source of great mystery and curiosity to me because of those circumstances. The power of suggestion? I had the dreams for years before I learned of the miscarriages preceding my birth. "Warm wet and free floating" I readily relate to without having to actually know that is how it was. But "love without forever", I struggle to reconcile as unrelated, antenatal and beyond life. You have awakened old emotions that have long dwelt within this aged mind. A masterful work. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 6:40:57 PM
erudite charming and witty
without being heavy or academic
and certainly a unique poetic perspective
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 6:38:11 PM
that 'misplaced longing' makes me sit up
and pay full attention
and disturbs and challenges me,too;
is this the best we will know it..before light
and breathing, before sound and language and
conversation and disappontment and pain? but before
the joy of it all, too;
i'll shut up now...see what you've done!
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 6:01:03 PM
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 4:37:52 PM
...intriguing intimations of immortality here, Kate... something rich resonates throughout this poem, particularly in "the satisfied hiatus before it turns back to snore" ...lovely couplet that.... perfect piece of assonance blended with consonance... wrapped up tight in an aural delight.
Nice to see you posting again, Kate.
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 4:32:42 PM
Gotta love that Zen idea...I like this one, as it kind of flows from ur within...(yes I know where else would it come from as u are the writer...?) e
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 3:07:24 PM
Kate,you have such a creative streak roaming around in that gray matter...it's scary. Nice write.
Pre-Birth (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 2:36:34 PM
"This Zen-like state is wet and warm
like love without forever;"
I like that verse, makes much more sense that the forevermore, for, my god, that is a horrible thing to have to live up to. You have such wonderful versus, the whole poem is right-on about everything, Kate. I love this, oh yes, I will save this one. Thank you.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 11/17/2012 8:25:55 AM
M a r v e l o u s !!
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 11/4/2012 4:07:13 PM
Hi Kate, Odin R. suggested your work. He's usually quite right in his tasteful assessments. Fine piece of work that arrives at a perfectly articulated solution. This isn't just clever, it's lovingly symbolic and musical in the reading. Well done.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/23/2012 2:26:10 PM
Circles gets the square but triangles defy the forces. Pythagoras knew, and so do you. Patrick
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/23/2012 8:26:01 AM
your poetic theorem transcends its own angles and planes ... it converges upon a possible syllogism that pure mathematics is the core of love as long as its measured properly ... wonderful poem, Kathy ...
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/23/2012 4:36:26 AM
Knowing nothing, except perhaps intuitively, about trigonometry it seems odd to be commenting on your poem. But there is something urgent, painfully playful about it that forces me to see that you need, understand and embrace it. That is both sad and awesome.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/19/2012 4:06:17 PM
deeply personal poetry here, where sine and signifier reach their apex as the signified rapport, the yearned for, the furor, the pent up schemata whose geo-matrix geometrically accentuates all that is artful in natural terms, elusive, allusive, a sieve for intent where absence is presence of mind, soul and heart and known is to know and share in your doubt, so radically epistemic and owned in disowning, in nothing possessed but the knowledge of knowing it's all a caress.
...then again, I'm just a soft touch...
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/17/2012 2:32:40 PM
A measurable pythagoras scenic view in shades of grey !
Love the passion your poem portrays !
Lady Mary Ann
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/16/2012 3:48:01 PM
Playful metres are arcing sine-uously! A marriage of the left and right brains you brilliant girl!!! xo Blessings
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/15/2012 9:24:20 PM
Passionate, from top to bottom! Exquisite plunge and fall and soar and off and on piece of poetry stitching a line/ar language of 'love'. Very intense, Kathy!
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/15/2012 12:06:11 PM
Holy Cats...you just made the day of my whole mathletic family...ok I am no mathlete but they are going to love this! And the poem was so fun to read even to one who is mathematically challenged. Great job! Be well, Kathy
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/15/2012 3:06:32 AM
wow--the way you write this is enticing & erotic tho I hate Math
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 5:54:09 PM
I am hating math right now for various reasons but, this abstract math I can completely value. Very cool Kate.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 3:16:21 PM
Kate, A squared plus B squared equals C squared and so your ode to old Pythagoras is perfectly congruent with a clever bit of symbolism thrown in - It is good to see your work at the den once again - the interpretation is wide open in this work and yet every one of them is in the end, righteous - with the possible exception of tangential love - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 3:02:35 PM
Do you think Pythagorus might love you where the hippoptamus hide meets the other two hides? Very clever, Kate, and fun.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 11:03:32 AM
Cleverly concocted, Kate; I do love the symbolism and analogy that you have created via your verses. This can be interpreted in a very personal way as well. Love and best wishes to you,
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 10:35:44 AM
I've heard of love triangles, but this takes the cake! I had all but forgotten my trigonometry, but you bring it all back in this wonderful poem of obtuse wonderment. While I do rely on Pythagoras to keep me square, I tend to slide into triangles from time to time––it must be a male thing… ;-)
Wonderfully different and thoroughly enjoyed. What creativity!
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 9:42:13 AM
Kate, Almost like reading a map and giving directions
on which angle and where to find it. Erotically charged.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 8:29:26 AM
Kate, you have taken the sometimes dull and drab subject of 'angles
and degrees' to new heights with subtle, sweet exotic words.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 7:27:32 AM
A beautiful personification of the tangible magic of math.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 6:39:17 AM
Oh man, I guess you gotta sine!
You've gone off on a Tangent here Kate. I'm sure you'll be back, even if its adjacent.
Wing Chun, like many things is based on the triangulation theories.
Seya back at Base. :) xx
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 6:02:47 AM
Heady work Kate. Fun too. And I do remember his theorem from High School. In a right angled triangle: the square of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides. Such a unique confluence of geometry and sexuality has produced a smile on me mug. Peace...
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 5:03:18 AM
as he said behold
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 4:14:35 AM
A jigsaw puzzle just to find where you are at, Kate. However and . . . er . . . I took a right which neared to the left and there you were, not on the moonbeam the lying Wizard told me that you'd be. I followed you down a crusted, rutted dirt road and found you at the Sloe Gin Pub, but you had left minutes ago, so here I am still looking for "there," for that's where you said I would find you . . . Oh, drat! You didn't say I would find you "there," you just said "Love me there." Okay. I will. Just give me a chance to catch my breath.
Ode To Pythagoras (Poetry) - 10/14/2012 3:36:06 AM
Quite a Deep Ode to Love.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 10/4/2012 3:23:21 PM
Oh, so sorry to hear of your loss; you are in my prayers, (((Kate)))! Wonderful tribute!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 10/1/2012 9:32:23 AM
So sorry about your loss, Kate. I can only say that I relate. Lost quite a few 'nepesh' buddies in my life. peace and wellness ... richard
Behold (Poetry) - 10/1/2012 8:27:53 AM
beautiful... a thing of true beauty
Silence (Poetry) - 10/1/2012 8:26:25 AM
Silence says so much... and sadly, silence doesn't always speak of love... Your words ring true in my experiences of the past few weeks, for there is so much value in the truths of what's past upstream that holds crystalline today... those truths and honest emotions are nuggets that shine. Unfortunately, in my recent experience, I have seen that sometimes the nuggets we found/find are really only fool's gold; and once the surface is scratched, there remains nothing but a stone beneath the fake shine upon its surface.
Fragile Skater (Poetry) - 10/1/2012 8:18:39 AM
The visuals bring a lump to my throat as I see the determined skater, lacing her boots on against pain, but moving forward with a resolute sureness that wind/resistance is needed to help us soar... be it across a frozen pond or with wings in flight.
He Left Me... (Poetry) - 9/30/2012 8:21:43 PM
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/30/2012 1:11:47 PM
Bless you all for your kind thoughts and commiserations at this time. You've all been so eloquent and supportive. I really had no idea I would be so greatly affected, not having been in this situation before, but now I know of the pain first-hand that so many experience - and am in awe of anyone who treads this path more than once. However, my resolve is already weakening as regards remaining canine-companion free... !! With love and thanks, xx
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/28/2012 10:22:24 PM
I am so sorry for your loss, Kate Some people do realize there is a lot more to our pet family than what was thought before We are finding out that they have a lot more intelligence that some people give them credit for and that they have such wonderful qualities that surpass even those of some humans
Darkness (Poetry) - 9/28/2012 6:14:09 PM
strange how old losers always hang on ;)
stimulating work, Kate ...
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/28/2012 6:12:32 PM
loss leaves such a chasm in the heart ...
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/27/2012 3:32:29 AM
Kate I'm so in tune with your heart in this amazing tribute to Willow. They are family and when they leave a hole is left in our hearts and homes. Tears for her and for you Sweet Kate.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/25/2012 3:55:17 PM
your beautiful Willow has left...
but not left, our children never leave us;
it's how you handle the loss that makes this
such a worthy piece of writing, you come to
terms with grief...'cream-coloured cows'
'rough-coated shadow' and 'heavy-pelted shake'
and in that tightly-held grief - all the more poignant -
share the old dog with us; love the reference
to Alexander ordering the cutting of the horses'
tails and manes at the death of Hephaestion, and with it
broaden the loss to universal.
again, My Friend, i'm so sorry
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/25/2012 2:20:09 PM
VERY SAD.......... Liana Margiva
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/24/2012 10:00:51 AM
♥hugs♥ I cry for days when a pet passes... it's all the unconditional love - it's real and it hurts, bad. ... so sorry - is this pic your dog? such a beauty! you've expressed yourself fully in that last stanza, and the rest a beautiful tribute of the memories.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/24/2012 2:55:21 AM
So very sorry to hear of your enormous loss, Kate. I've endured the same more times than I care to remember. May your Willow's spirit live on in your heart and soul, forever.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 6:41:36 PM
This transcends the muted canine commemoration that so customarily accompanies a loss your poem superbly orchestrates, delineating in deep and moving tones how this particular dog's effect on his day moved you in so palpable and impressive a way... and you express this in your own inimitable way with such a potent verve in your verses. It is always exciting to come to your own unique spot in our Den, and see you have decorated it so uniquely and memorably. Be well and stay safe. Your dog is looking down with pride at how you've enshrined his memory in your pantheon of poetry.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 5:01:55 PM
Awww..I can so relate to this..I am so sorry! There is no better dedicated friend~your poem is beautifully written Kate.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 4:58:29 PM
I am so sorry for your loss. They are family, worse their practically perfect family, I lost "stretch" this exact time last fall. I will grieve with you for sure.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 3:07:11 PM
Heartwarming notes from a life well penned. Revised and remembered.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 1:23:30 PM
This is sad but also happy that you had such wonderful memories of him to last you your lifetime.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 1:01:00 PM
I'm so terribly sorry for your loss Kate! How intimate and personal, sacred really, certainly with all the feelings of someone who was very close to the subject.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 9:39:47 AM
Awww, Kate, we have a Buster who will go anytime now. I have lost beloved pets before and I feel your loss. What a poignant tribute to one of the most comforting kinds of relationships our Lord has provided for us. It is, still, so hard to say goodbye. Be well, Kathy *RIP Willow*
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 9:31:52 AM
Oh my heart goes out to you. I had to do this with our 13 yr old Beagle "Buster". It is so heart breaking, but so much more compassionate.
I wish we could do this to humans in pain and suffering...
Remember all those fond memories you with your precious Willow and know that you did the right thing...
Much love, peace and light, (miss you much)
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 9:10:53 AM
they are our truest friends without a doubt
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 8:43:33 AM
Sad but also real; you share a timeless and universal theme of this world/life, Kate. Thank you. Love and best wishes and my sincere sympathy,
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 8:41:55 AM
Sorry about Willow...Kate
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 8:18:36 AM
I knew this was coming to a sad end as I read and digested your super wordplay, beside the picture more or less telegraphed the sad end. I have had a few put dawn, the latest three years ago. It was the hardest because the vet didn't know what she was doing and hurt my dog. This was a superb piece of poetry, Kate. My condolences.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 7:47:31 AM
This is truly an inspirational piece of melancholy, addressing far more than its textual subject, asking the heart and thinking of the reader to allow in between the line perception to nurture the compassion for nature and life we so often ignore. The impact of a canine companion is like no other... having had such daily comforts most of my life. My last two, a black and yellow lab, were such that entertaining another round of loss is beyond my courage meter for now. Your poem is a penetrating reminder of both the human and canine bond with nature. Thank you.
Notes To Self (Poetry) - 9/23/2012 7:45:54 AM
genuine members of the family as they steal our hearts and become an integral part of the goings on - moments that strike grief are those involving the loss of our pets - regardless of their tenure with us, we miss them terribly -- Kate, my sympathy goes out to you for the loss -- I wish you love peace and the ability to reconcile the passing - Jon Michael
Weather (Poetry) - 9/3/2012 4:26:27 PM
You KNOW I'd stop in and read a poem about weather (being the StormSpinner and all). :) All I can say is brilliant.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.