Tangled In The Weave (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Reginald Birch (Reader)

Reviewed on June 24, 2004

like a new beginning Anita, beautiful,

Hope your son is ok and comes home safe
Reg.

Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)

Reviewed on June 22, 2004

Very beautiful poetry and picture, Lady A.

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on June 16, 2004

great piece, loved the way your wrote this, l&p G

Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

This is perfect, I think. Should be published.

Reviewed by Dana Matthews (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

My cheeks hurt cause I'm grinning
like... really really big grinning.

Life is seed time and harvest time.
Tilling, sewing, tending, spending
time - thoughts- opportunities- into
a circling existence of harvest.

Why do we not live life as passionately...
as we dream about it ???

If you don't drop a seed ... you will never have a harvest.

Fantastic poem my dear friend.
I soooooo needed a great poem.
I always find one here. xx

HFJ....Dana

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Very insightful wonderful write.

Reviewed by Fletcher Bailey (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Oh Lady A...what a simply riveting poem...and in your words of another great poet...I wish I wrote it...simply beautiful...I love the way you make the verses easy reading with a profound message attached...absolutely AWESOME!!!!...Fletcher B

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Beautiful rhyme and flow as ever, Anita. Was so willing this seed to be pressed to earth and to be nurtured - not lost. This has the biblical feel of the parable of the seed and the sower about it somehow...I love the scents and sense of warm, moist earth causing seeds to break open and sprout that there is when the first pale spring sunshine breaks through after a hard winter. But you paint a slightly different landscape here - of entanglement and not of barreness. Evocative and sensitive. Thank you. Kate xx

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Outstanding flow and rhyme Anita in this very lovely piece.

Blessings,
Joseph

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

(((lady a)))

this is gorgeous poetry, dear (((friend))), well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)

*continued prayers*

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Beautifully written, this was wonderful, hopeful, lovely,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Good poem. Of hope winning through....

Not for Mick though

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

This is really creative. Great!!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Excellent wonder of poetic art Anita!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

It's wonderful when seeds, no matter kind, sprout with new life and hope.

Lovely poem, Anita, as, of course, is the quote.

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Antia, the colorful picture presents quite a color combination weave.
Beautiful poem. Hugs Bill

Reviewed by Anthony Hall

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

Beautious Lady A! Wonderful and wonderous write that depicts the seed that falls upon the soil of the heart and depending whether that soil is prepared to receive it, determines if it will grow or just wither and die.

Anthony

Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)

Reviewed on June 15, 2004

WONDERFUL poem...I love the imagery in this!