W I N D (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)

Reviewed on September 10, 2007

I was blown away by "WIND!" The logical flow of thought and the anthropomorphism of the "orphaned poem upon the wind" and the "Nomadic stanzas on the breeze Wandering like Moses" are
brilliant! You have penned a fine piece! Really nice graphic that fits the poem well too!
~Butch Howard

Reviewed by Taylor Ryan

Reviewed on September 8, 2007

Wonderful, Anita...and you are so right. I think of the wind that wisks away so many poems on my mind when I fail to take the time to leave myself notes or even a word or to to help me remember. I hate losing the ones that blew away unnoticed and unpenned. If only I could find them.
Love,
Taylor

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

Great writing,enjoyed....Hugsss

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

incredible feeling to this for me--could be enhanced by the visual and the stormy weather outside

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Interesting mixing of words to bring such a floating flutter of words to the ears of many.....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Fabulous quote Anita - how bloody true. Love the simile and the message here. Very philosophical and spiritual. You are growing! Well done poetess!
Blessings ...
Richard

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Most inspiring write!!

love Tinka

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Sooner or later, the wind touches someone and that someone is bound to listen. I love your concept, Anita. Very inspiring. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Lew Duffey

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

You have inspired me. The wind paints a picture and even if it is unseen it still changes the shape of things.
God Bless,
Lew

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH.... her echoes reverberate and intensify until her SHOUTS are heard through the glorious windchimes of your mind, Anita. Her inspiration has become your verbal music. Unfettered and full of a fresh vitality. I like! :)) TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Dang, Pax. A StormSpinner kind of write, and I missed it in the W I N D. LOL Glad you caught this one, but wish I had: exquisite, and I love the image. Well done.

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

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Sweet wind music of the muse who guides your hand...lovely write.

Fee

�Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.�