Fortissimo Fourth (poem) by Christine Tsen on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 8, 2015

I sigh every time I read your work. Fantastic imagery and wordplay, as you always do so impeccably well. -- Jeff

Reviewed on November 17, 2012

Fantabulous!! :)

Love the creative use of sound, and your images rock. Plus you choser
the perfect way to illustrate the poem.

More! MORE!!

x:)x Phyllis x:)x

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on October 24, 2012

Everything you write stirs emotions and personal memories. We were kind of poor growing up so mom made popsicles out of kool-ade in ice cube trays. The real ones were always a treat....even the orange ones. Patrick

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on October 4, 2012

Christine,
Beautiful imagery and memories. Thank you so much for visiting my pages.

Blessings and love,
Linda+

Reviewed by Paul Judges

Reviewed on September 25, 2012

An impressive composition !

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on September 20, 2012

Vivid incite . Many celebrate the holidays in various ways....M

Reviewed by KJ McPhee

Reviewed on September 10, 2012

You always capture your family memories so pictorially, always paint the scene with wonderful colours and extra-sensory perception. I bet you were a psychic kid! :-)

Reviewed by Kate Clifford

Reviewed on August 6, 2012

Love the photo and the write :-)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on August 2, 2012

What a wonderful way of sharing precious memories, Christine. So well done. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on August 1, 2012

The sounds and alliterations let the reader participate with his/her senses. Strong and tasty, sticky and vivid. Memory!...

Axilea

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on July 25, 2012

a review of celebrations patriotic and family romantic past, orchestrated with verbal charm and grace Christine - late, but my enjoyment is unaltered by time - I wish you peace and love my dear friend - Jon Michael

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on July 13, 2012

captures a wonderful moment ... vivid images enliven the imagination ...

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

An immensely enjoyable and vivid capture, Christine, and I like how the child's eye view is so wonderfully focussed on the brash sounds and popsicles which flavour and orchestrate every detail of the moment! Reminds me of waking at 0700 on St Patrick's Day in Maddison Avenue in 2010 to the sound of an Irish street parade: the Ba Boom's were even in my bed, I'm sure!! :)) xx

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on July 11, 2012

What a cute iccle lass you were! What went wrong <------ joke!!!!
Such a gift you have with words, and using them at your total command!

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on July 9, 2012

Very nice written, Christine.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on July 6, 2012

Aren't you the noisy one!
Absolutely appropriate for the occasion,
Christine, and with your usual superior
phrasing and word choice, another delight
for the senses and the spirit

john

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on July 5, 2012

Love this summer pondering of popsicles and booms.
Delightful in remembering those afternoons of
cool stickies, roller skates on my shoes !

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on July 4, 2012

Christine, welcome back...another winner to add to your many!

Deborah

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on July 4, 2012

REMEMBERING LOUD AND STICKY THINGS AND TIMES...THAT MADE LIFE BEAUTIFUL! THANKS FOR SHARING, CHRISTINE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH. HAPPY 4TH! JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Dear Christine,

This poem is a wonderful memory of a time when family was united as one. I love the picture you painted in my mind as I too can recall those special family times.

God Bless You this 4th of July and always,

John Michael

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Great nostalgic poem, Christine. Words that give me the feeling of many long past days and years when your world was innocent and sweet and love was walking arm in arm with your father licking a green, or red or grape flavored popsicle.
Mark

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Excellant writing Christine, this flashed me back in time to a young lad in a Cadet uniform marching in a parade, the weight of the drum more than the weight of the lad and yea, you guessed it..that lad was I and yes there was nothing better than a popsicle on a hot day...my favorite was root beer. Thanks for taking me back in time.
fee

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

This piece carries sight, sound, smell, taste and touch. Very lively ** You covered the season. ~~ DIana

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Delicious poetry *Christine*
riding that "red barrow",
perhaps even a Radio Flyer...

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Well....orange is okay if it's a Creamsicle, but not orange twins...ugh!
The big bass drum felt to me like my heart pounding in my chest.
And did you have those very scary Indians in your parade?
This is a cute, memory-invoking poem! I'll bet you were adorable in your red wheel- barrow!

Connie

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

With the 4th usually bringing an array of inane and cliche reminders, this was indeed refreshing, orange or not.

Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Just lovely, truely memorable. Popcicles. Good to see your writing again and bringing to us those wonderful memories or yours. Don't stop.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

You capture well, with some colorful wordage, the spirit of those (oh so) impressible days when minds were eager for cool experiences and sugary treats. haha .... yah ... those were the days. Your work, CT, is always a pleasure to take in. Hoping you're well. Warm regards ... richard

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Delightfully written poetry and Happy Fourth Of July Laura

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

There comes a time when we all miss the past.
We think back
And realize it went by sooooo fast.

I always love how you put your own personal stamp on all your poems

Set your flags at half mast.
Life is a battle
It gives you a time to mourn
while still all around babies are being born.

Peace and love [Is that too 60'ish!!]

DOUG

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

A wonderful walk down the Fourth of July memory lane.

Ron

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

So cute, we are going to take the little girls to fireworks tonight..always, cotton candy or something will sticky them up..lol
Happy 4th to you..your poem makes me smile :)
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

I can actually see you as that child, Christine. Big-eyed, adventurous, and exploring life and all it had to offer. Except, of course, for that damned orange popsicle. Ug. A wonderful mother and father and life ahead of you.

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Christine,
What a wonderfully worded memory of a childhood celebration.
Budd

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

Wonderful childhood memories, Christine....thanks for sharing the fun!

Hugs,
Anna

Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley

Reviewed on July 3, 2012

What a beautiful vision of your childhood Christine, and actually an echo to many from our era. How I also loved Popsicle's as a child with all their stickiness and face and fingers left red with that delicious juice that dripped everywhere! Like you I was not a fan of the orange ones :)

But what a lovely view for a 4th so obviously celebrated and picturing you as a child being pulled along in your barrow! Ah how I remember those lovely days and the excitement it brought to my wee eyes.

Wonderful Christine, thank you for a lovely walk to the past of joy and treasures of the the day

Love and Light

Lily