Twin pools of Gaze...Undress my Soul (poem) by Vivian L Dawson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)

Reviewed on June 5, 2011

The piece contains a mass of stylised imagery. The concept of gaining wisdom from the owl is well established but artfully used in the poem to suggest healing rather than achieving some mundane advantage.

Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)

Reviewed on June 1, 2011

BEAUTIFUL....WRITE...THE WISE OWL WHO SEES IT ALL AND SAYS NOTHING.
LOVE THIS ONE,...ANNA

Reviewed by Joy Hale

Reviewed on May 31, 2011

One almost feels as if this poem is a deep, deep look into your soul. Thank you for letting us in to share this special moment with you.

Your friend and fellow poet, Joy L. Hale

Reviewed by Don Juan Amante

Reviewed on May 31, 2011

beautiful poem of amazing creatures

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 30, 2011

For a Southern girl you sure have a gift for describing the mystery of the Northwoods.

One time, after driving two days straight from Texas, we approached my parents' cottage in northern Wisconsin on the lonely dirt road. Out of the fog appeared a white apparition on the road ahead. As we drew closer at 50 miles an hour, it spread its wings and flew off into the dark woods on the side of the road like a ghost. That was the only snowy owl I've ever seen, but it was magical because I was so tired that it could've been a dream.

Ron

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on May 30, 2011

An Amazing write indeed Laura

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on May 30, 2011

Wonderful atmospheric poem! They are gorgeous creatures.
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on May 29, 2011

Intriguing piece, Vivian, with sight linked between owl and man. I imagine man sees further than owl, spiritually, and wonders, accordingly.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on May 29, 2011

Oh my I love this sweet lady well done indeed ...Hugss

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on May 29, 2011

The wise ole owl. Suberbly written.
Everynight I hear the owls, yet never seen one. How do they do that? Thus my mind wonders off to Owl in Winnie da Pooh, as that's the forest I back on to. ;)

Reviewed by Cliff Long (Reader)

Reviewed on May 29, 2011

A powerful poem about the silent raptor, the story owl. I had one experience with the snow owl. I was at some friends near Santa Barbara who lived on a small ranch. It was dusk. Because there was a full moon, I looked up and saw one of these beautiful creatures sitting on top of the barn. What it took to flight, you didn't hear a thing. The're the stealth planes of the animal world. They have special plumage to quiet their flight, so that they can sneak up on their prey. They are so white and silent in-flight that one might think it's an apparition in the night.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on May 29, 2011

The owl has always impressed and fascinated me. In fact, (believe or not) I was working on my long poem, "A Glimpse Within") and just a few moments ago I wrote these lines . . .

Owl hooted from somewhere
alerting creatures I was there

So we were more or less on the same page at that moment.

Loved this poem. It spoke to me, and that is good. Thanks for the warm feeling.