White Stone On Promised Land (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Malcolm Watts (Reader)

Reviewed on July 27, 2006

I can hear the whoosh of the waves. Nice piece. Malcolm

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

This one sucked me in....and I am grinded like a ball....or is a egghead...what ever.....loved it!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

Stunning! So enjoyed this one,
B&R

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

Absolutely lovely!

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

Yes, I have some. Your poem is exceptional Anita!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

I've collected a few of those marvelous stones along my travels, and this is a marvelous piece.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

This is soul refining and refreshing, Anita. Beautiful thoughts espoused and scribed here. You have a natural wave-like ebb and flow to your writing voice and poetry... a true daughter of the wind and waves. Journey on!! :)) And these stones will ever quench your thirst... place one beneath the tongue and your mouth will never dry... learnt that from Balzac - La Gloire de mon Pere - as Susan de V can testify below... Love this, TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

They look like a pile of either burnable or snortable rocks...ah for the good old days...e

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

I have a few rocks I carry with me just like my dad and his dad...etc. I fidget with them and sometimes they are cooling and other times they are hot as fire, depending on my moods. One is a quartz crystal...one is a piece oif granite with emeralds that continue to get greener with time, one is an amythest and one is an opal in it's matrix. They're kind of like happy campers all together in a silk pouch. Little things like this are happy times that one can cherish with living stones with their own kind of energy. Like the stones in your pen...they embody strength.
Susan

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

Did you know that Benedictine monks carry whites stones on them...
Why? I hear you ask...

Well they believe all christians have a white name, a pure heavenly name... So if you find a such a stone, keep it for always..

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

Anita

A very symbolical and metaphysical pen that makes you think and muse..
I love collecting precious stones on the beach at low tide...
Loved this !

Peter

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

This is truly lovely Anita, I love the way it all sends such an open invitation from the soul of the ocean by way of the stones,great stuff.

Fee

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

This is nice. Glad to hear the little white stones was brought to the shore - the promised land.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)