Nordic (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)

Reviewed on March 26, 2005

Mystical, magical, metaphorical, profound, stunning all rolled into a powerful little piece.

'thawing a sweetness I taste upon my lips'

Love this, girl!

~ Mari

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 26, 2005

A superb metaphorical poem, Kate. Thank you for sharing this beauty. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 26, 2005

I love those icebergs, and I love this series. Very well done, Kate! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on March 26, 2005

Water frozen is life trapped,
Blue and White.
But, tear by tear, my salt melts
polar time and space,
thawing a sweetness I taste upon my lips

Kate...very very creative write my friend....clap clap clap....you are getting better and better and this poem is a treat for all of us...we are learning a lot from you...keep up the great work Kate...love n luck....BHUWAN

Reviewed by KJ McPhee

Reviewed on March 26, 2005

oh you're gonna love the late derek jarman's film and radio play BLUE. Better as a radio tho as the film is just a blue screen with a soundtrack all the way through. Harrowing but engrossing account of jarman's battle with AIDS. Kaleidoscopic, well, shades of blue........thinks of buying a new pair of shoes at one point lying in his hopsital bed, but decides the ones he has are sufficent to 'walk him out of life'. Can't get AIDS help in one London district, but the nurse says to him, 'You might try district X, they have a theatre!' How ignorant is that! But your Nordic blue seems more life-affirming, Kate!

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 26, 2005

Water frozen is life trapped,

Quite profound, Kate - and this is quite a poem.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

the frozen spectrum is embued with the color of history and affects our tonal essence ... as we thaw it gives way to sweet salt of being and the oneness of perspective found in its flow ...

your getting this polar metaphor down to perfection ...

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

I think I'm twisting this, but I like it so... I see us trapped here in the frozen white places of earth while thirsting for the blue heavenly realms. Splendid write Kate!;-) Happy Easter!

love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

Sad the polar caps are not suffering from global warming. But yanky boiling. Bush thought he went to a coyote meeting, till he was told Kyoto.
Hey whats that cheney...

Notice Bush never talks when Cheney is drinking a glass of water....

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

Oh! Unique!!!

Reviewed by john zimmerman

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

draws a fine picture

good write

john+

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

This poem says STEADFAST to me
anyone who will wait for tear after tear to fall and melt
a polar frost of all things......KNOW....absolutely what they want.....or on the other hand........what could be waiting....
I am intrigued!
excellent.......pax Anita :)

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

The senses go forward with a splash of blue. OUTSTANDING Kate!!

Susan

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

No, AJT, this is not a pome based on the enduring party classic, Free's "All White Now" - though, I spose it could be... :))) K xx

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 25, 2005

Kate,

YESSSSSSSSSSS! A most beautiful, meaningful write--together, we can accomplish ANYTHING!

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