the venetian rowboat after 3002 songs and waterfalls (poem) by Donna L. Quesinberry on AuthorsDen

the venetian rowboat after 3002 songs and waterfalls
by Donna L. Quesinberry → (All Poetry by Donna L. Quesinberry)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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his knock her shake hands extended he she shake he thinking lift that mask from her face she holds the mask to her face what are eyes without masks there's a collection of masks she gestures he hands her fallen words white kitchen and black tiles her water whistles she in a shadow water runs warm he notices a waterfall in a painting she uses big brushes with fine horsehairs invisible paint walls white with splatters he places his jacket on her chair she takes his jacket in her mind his jacket her chair smiles she turns down her thermostat a green couch and an orange shawl red spaghetti with mushrooms green salad her song is playing he knows 3000 songs her song is 3001 her channel changes song 3002 he hums a red wood table stains if he asked a question he would ask where the stains are from the game board speaks a child tares his arm another woman’s child his arm the child her child someone else’s their child a child wine chips juice a mystery her rope the maid he she the child he she sigh a child sings old new air cologne fresh bread red, black, blonde hair his head smoke specters mist hidden bifocals hands wave she wipes eyes yawns with hair that swings a man looks toward the house an easter bunny hops in her square village moist grass under morning glories baptismal font he she enter crosses she a shadow he running water a priest a baby steam and shadows he she smile her red dress his stains he she talk whispers in violet blooms their baby kicks she stretches out he turns and their light enters shadows (copyright . donna l. quesinberry-2008)

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

likke the way you laid this relationship thing out Donna

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 12, 2008

I appreciate your unique style, Donna. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Well written , you've captured The mood and place.......M

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

Donna,
Gorgeously original, the deliberately fragmented phrasing making whole poetic sense, truly worthwhile writing.
John

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Donna, these are well conceptualized vignette's. I enjoyed reading them. Your den page looks great.
Richard

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

now this, I think, is true free verse! Or free versification that epitomises how such an experience might feel after 3002 waterfalls - amazing they're still attached to the wee boat at all! Decadence and mystery of Old Venice looms large in every image. I feel like I've been drinking too much out of crystal goblets and under the strong influence of the noonday heat! :)) Truly unique and captivating. xx

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 28, 2008

encapsulates atmosphere with some really vivid free-flowing images reinforced by a reflective, introspective voice ...

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

So much giving yet unhappiness reigns until at last in the end they both give in, endearing piece....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Exquisite, powerful poetry, Donna, especially when spoken aloud: could hear this recited at a poetry slam. EXCELLENT.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

I like the feel of give and take or perhaps it is all give and little take as he tries to please but nothing seems to suffice until the very end...very nice Donna.
hugs
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