Life Comes Quietly... (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 6, 2005

They do make their statement with gusto. Beautiful poem, Kate.
Best regards,
Leland

Reviewed on October 6, 2005

Kate,
Had a fight with the azalea bush I wouldn't dare attempt the rose bush.(lol)The last one always bites the hardest.

Reviewed by White Dove left (Reader)

Reviewed on October 5, 2005

wonderful talent you share.thanks

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 5, 2005

Kate,

I love this one...this is gorgeously imaged and penned.

May your words continue to roar...and you are always in my prayers.

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

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on October 5, 2005

life may come quietly, but sometimes it sneaks right up on you like this poem and completely FILLS you with wonder. I loved this one, Kate. you are very much in my thoughts and prayers. wrap yourself right up in life's beauty. Dawn

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on October 5, 2005

Then she opens wide her mouth
and sings full-throated praise

I get visions of the monty python drawing.

Last rose of summer.HUH! wot summer?

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

Wow. Absolutely beautiful, this is so very lovely,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

Lovely poetry.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

Stunning offering Kate....wow thanks girl!!

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Love Tinka

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

the quietude of nature's beauty is often expressed as the roar its final embrace and the appreciation of its inevitale return ...

elegant poem, Kate ... vivid and crisp imagery and insightfully wonderful motif ...

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

This reminds me of the thrush that signs it's most beautiful song just before it dies. Beautifully voiced poem as always Kate! methinks it's another of life's dualities, beauty of a rose just before it goes;-)

LOve,
Eileen

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

This poem sings as beautifully as the final rose of summer. Roses seem to feed the soul with their beauty, fragrance and gracefulness. They are my favorite "proper" flower and also my birth flower. So sweet is the rose and you have captured her essence perfectly in your verses. Wonderful lines and images! I will be thinking of you tomorrow. Thank you for your reply.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

When my old, but precious rose plant, sings winter's hurrah I'll eagerly await her first bloom in spring. She produces prize winning blooms every year. I have added several more rose bushes in my back lawn and while the roses they produce are beauties, they can never top my 30 plus year old front rose bush for size and beauty. Great poem.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

Sweet Kate you have done it again stole the thought right out of my head. I just walked up my pathway to my house tonight which is line with wild rose bushes and I saw the last two blossoms white as snow. LOL just couldn't figure a line on it. Anyway yours is special for sure and I love it.

Felix

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on October 4, 2005

And the loveliest, I hear. An unexpected gift of nature. Lovely verses, Kate.

Carmen :-)