You'd Never Guess By Glance (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)

Reviewed on December 28, 2006

Well you've certainly dug out a treasure here...thoroughly enjoyed. Panda :)

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on December 11, 2006

"A bell without it's ringer"

Yeah, that's me alright!

Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*

Reviewed by Jacqueline Marshall (Reader)

Reviewed on December 10, 2006

I took this two ways. First, it's charming and funny taken literally. Second, I know people that are "silent in potential" so they can't be off beat....it feels safer that way...and depressing. Here's to syncopation and uneven beats! Enjoyed this very much. JM

Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)

Reviewed on December 10, 2006

"Unique by malformation" ..aren't we all? Anita, besides loving the subject of the poem, I admire that your ryme and meter are precise and creative. If I could produce this level of quality and wit in my own work I would be a very happy camper! Bravissimo!
~Butch

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

Beautiful done, we never would have guessed, just from a glance.
Love, B&R

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

"You'd Never Guess By Glance"~ A write worth keeping Anita! You gave it cause to be heard in the words you tintinnabulate!
Excellent!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

You were right--didn't guess about the bell but didn't have to about the poem--it rings loud and beautifully clear with unique and applicable insights.
Aberjhani

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

Wise thoughts! Thank you for sharing them. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Approximately Naive

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

A bell without a ringer
A dome that sits alone
Silent in potential
Perfect pitch and tone

Figureatively speaking, how many of us can be honest enough to confess that we possess within ourselves a particular bell without a ringer? For sure we are common garden bells of varying tones, set at a pitch for closely related ringers to chime us into sounding everyday, familiar tunes as it were. But for some of us, there lies deeply embedded in the gathering sediment of our hearts, a specific bell that longs for a certain ringer. For me personally, I harboured such a bell. I let it sink and rust away for too long. This bell has recently been set free, the rust is being scraped away, the pitching fork is setting its key, and I recognise the tune that's emerging. When the rope is finally and purposely pulled, this bell of expectations will soar high, I am confident of this. My ringer in this instance is no sad Quasimodo, but a timely Esmarelda.
As ever, Anita, your imagery ignites reflection.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

Old or not you hit the spot with this one...no Bell can ring without her Dong....lol!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

Excellent

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

And yet a bell is never a bell until it's rung, in as much as a soul is lacking until it loves someone. Victor

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

Anita, I can't even begin to imagine you as being 'poetically dry' ... you're an amazing writer. This poem is very well done with a wonderful rhyme and rhythm -- your tribute to this unique bell is excellent.
Love and respect,
CJ

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

A bell without it's ringer
Can never be....off beat!

Now that is truly something to ponder.

PS I think there is an ancient secret code on that ringer less bell. For everything, there is a purpose!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on December 9, 2006

Well if this is oldie I would classify it as a golden oldie that is for sure. Love it.

hugs,
Fee