Frozen River (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on October 28, 2007

Translucent imagery before my eyes. You capture time and hold it for a second to the light of poetry.

Axilea

Reviewed by George Jackson

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Beautiful write.

Reviewed by KJ McPhee

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

thanks for this metaphysical speculation on your first real winter blast. k

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

The ice is nothing
but an isolated moment;
yet it is the glass through which
what is upstream will be viewed
in the light of what was,
downstream.

Kate....you have loads of wisdom...everytime I read you I learn loads of stuffs from you....this is why you are one of my favorite writer....no matter on which sub you write you write with equal grace and wisdom...and this is very hard jod indeed....keep up the great work my friend....love n luck....BHUWAN

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

lots of movement in this frozen river ... well done!

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

We are supposed to get a winter storm tonight and tomorrow but they have not decided which. Who knows when they depend on computer models.

Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

just great Kate, the conteralance in suspension so coo. right on the money Kate, Al

Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

The present is always viewed through the eyes of hind sight. Now will always been seen through the lenses of what has come before.

FROZEN RIVER flows with excellent metaphorical magic ! This is a true little jewel of a poem.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

We got snow, we got snow, we got snow, all one half of an inch, I did sweep the whole road to make a snow ball.

Yup how the tide changes the rivers direction.
Where do the fishies go if it's frozen solid?
Maybe captian birds eye knows, huh, huh, huh...

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

Thoughts deeper than a frozen river penned here. Great Kate

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

This is great, Ms. Kate!!!
As lilting as the flow beneath that ice.

Reviewed by Dave Harm

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

Philosophy found in a frozen river! Very good...

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

Kate,methinks you have a special theoretical gene that weaves in and out of your poetry, you know in that serpentine fashion so popular with the astute;-)Excellent!

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

Kate,

Just a dusting...sounds like Texas snows! LOL Saw that on the news, so pretty...and last night, we had severe thunderstorms, more expected overnight...GIVE ME BACK WINTER STABILITY! LOL

A most captivating, enchanting write. :) BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *TWO more days LOL*

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

You left me up the river without a paddle. LOL

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

Sigh, here I was all set to poke you in the ribs about "actual snow" as I sit in a world of white that lasts for months... BUT... then you went and bent my brain, teased my turnip, bathed my bean in clever, deep thought. Keep paddlin', Kute Kate... it's that 'stream' of consiousness that'll give you the REAL 'ups' and 'downs'... Marvelous work, me sweet!

Set the sails... we're headed for Timbuktu. Wheeeeeee... katy xox

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

it makes sense as well as sounding good!

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

Very nice... simple, yet with wonderful depth. Great job.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

Whimiscal yet thoughtful look at what was and what will be. Good write Kate. I love the comparison. We had snow today as well but after all the storms we had hoping this may be one of our last.

Shivery hugs,
Felix