Naked (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 13, 2004

your spirit ferments and grows in this poem ... most excellent!

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

You Realize Of 2 Ways To Die,I.e COLD Is Best As You Become Numband Just Go to Sleep_

Excellent!

TRASK

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

You have my mind looking in other directions

Reviewed by Letitia Blount (Reader)

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

Very deep and thought provoking.

Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

Kate, you continue to unravel life mysteries and challenge the mind with your brilliant well-penned creative compositions. Absolutely incredible write. I can only echo everyone else who has visited your Den. Bravo!

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

Very intense write!

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

Dear kate....what a write my friend....I am giving you a standing ovation....fantastic work of art....You are getting better and better with each write of yours...and this is the hallmark of the true writer....cheers....love n luck.....BHUWAN

Fingers of fear
clutching icily at a fragile heart
makes the threat of nakedness
to be more dreaded than frostbite

But maybe Death By Exposure
is a good thing if you are reborn
to be fully known in love,
all vulnerability gone

Yet the mystery remains
as long as heart's winter
is postponed,
languishing lonely instead
amidst a sunny crowd
on life's Riviera

am smiling now....ure always a joy to read.....fantastic work....HUGS!!!!!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

This is absolutely one of your best, this poem is exceptional in every way.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

Very deep and atmospheric...

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on October 11, 2004

Intense and soulful Kate...
I don't think I would want the umbilical cord again wrapped around my neck again...grin
The outer world is far more interesting...
Peter

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 11, 2004

(((kate)))

your imagery is riveting; your lines are haunting; this is an EXTREME write! :-) exquisitely penned, poet--you've made me proud. :) BRAVA!

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

Reviewed by Larry Rochelle

Reviewed on October 11, 2004

Revealing of soul and body.

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on October 11, 2004

Excellent images. I especially like the dark dough of love line.

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on October 11, 2004

Excellently intense, I loved this, what a thoughtful poem,

Reindeer

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on October 11, 2004

nah, i am not going back in my mom's uterus!
I love her,and would not put her or myself
thru the torture and embarressement! lol
ok ok sorry.........couldn't resist being goofy!

actually I find this pretty intense and original
I often refer to the concept of prenatal comfort
in my own poetry........back as close to the creator
as we can get.....embryonic.

I like this ending

Hotly grasping the clothes of a tan
Coldly trusting its steely veneer
as it is thinly applied
by the heart-shrivelling rays
of summer's confidence

just another temporary mask we don, during our lives...........

this is pretty deep incredible wording here Kate........
awsome~

ty.......anita

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 11, 2004

What if,
instead of a numbing freeze,
there comes in the end
a consuming uterine warmth
bedding you covered
in a dark dough of love:

I think that would be wonderful; and what an intriguing poem you have penned - yet, again!

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 11, 2004

YOu just surpassed yourself with this one Kate!Kudo's!
What a concept. Although I have a poem I've been working on that doesn't say uterine warmth(fantastic image) but a similar analogy.
If I ever finish it you'll see what I mean. To be honest it's in with a long list of unfinished poems;-) This reminded me. ...Your approach is awesome. your metaphor brilliant!