Gorgeous blend of the power of 'letter placement', Kate, within a 'faith-filled-moment's' love-alive song, winged with eye-syllables of visual pleasure. It greets, meets and soothes an errant minute of sadder love songs.
Kate....what a flow my friend....yet another masterpiece from you....you are a born poet....stunning work kate...am happy, I didn't missed this gem of yours...love n luck....BHUWAN!!!!
This to me is a poem of becoming......
I have a vase, which I love....its called a navijo wedding jug,,,it has one body, with two spouts....very symbolic, two becoming one....your poem reminds me of this.........
your writing is so amazing, always better and better......pax A
Immortal is how many of us would like to be at times. Immortal in the eyes of God to carry on his message and to give willinging love and respect for all those around us.....
Oooohhh...She awaited his attentions for her moment, and was delivered to a higher plane. Liz
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on January 14, 2008
whatever you intended to convey, i was convicted; i find this completely divine and spiritual--- as well as earthly. ..
an altar to the want of belonging. ..
but i relate everything it seems these days, with religiosity. .
...it felt like verging rapture.
cut glass precision; prismatic ar/ray of talent.
splend.id~
ness
Now that's the kind of betrayal you can live with... And for the record, your "unusual choice of diction" is remarkable. I always look forward to reading your rights. --Charlie
The saturnous singing of an older older movie(perhaps) _ A sequel in black & white? Oh well the rainbow will not be in colours~but still crazed.~. evvelool~Ted
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 14, 2008
Like our nothern softie says, this is pure Burnside master class.
Again, like so much of your work, with its upper crust Englishness, it reminds me of John Betjeman, spec "A subaltern's love song" Miss J H D Burnside.
This is so lovely, even the betrayal is a nice betrayal, that is in fact a blessing. Many warm fireside thoughts come to mind.
Pauls gone all fluffy, and I've melted at the fire side, lol...
Down there, yeah Paul, you, prolly Feb or March, once Joan H D B's area don't need an ark to get to....
Another pure classic, timeless write by Klassic Kate.. xx
Ah tiz' a beauty this one Mizz P, sumptuously warm and comforting oooh! I've gone all fluffy (must remember pop to to the shop's for choccies and a new set of skis and a Gps thingy)...such is it's power, a proper Burnside Beauty this one Kate, going straight in mi' library. Tempere Finland 20th April 1900hrs 'Incubus' the musical version oooeeer! Sorry! but I'm all excited LOL! Any clue when we doing the do with Andy and You, (cool rhyme) previous to that date?
Like looking through a window at two lovers looking longingly into each others eyes as she expresses in soft whispers...how much their love means to her...very sweet my dear Kate.
hugs
Fee
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Could this be the Angelic crown YOU wear daily but few see?
Walt
and I dig you!
nice work...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
when in your arms,
I, too,
become immortal.
Kate....what a flow my friend....yet another masterpiece from you....you are a born poet....stunning work kate...am happy, I didn't missed this gem of yours...love n luck....BHUWAN!!!!
Amor
perfection Kate..
just love your work..oh to have such glorious talent!
Blessings,
vesna:)
Brillo Kate
:) Ch'erie
Passing Through
TD
I have a vase, which I love....its called a navijo wedding jug,,,it has one body, with two spouts....very symbolic, two becoming one....your poem reminds me of this.........
your writing is so amazing, always better and better......pax A
Love Tinka
Carole~
I love those little things that betray oneself, especially when one becomes a blessing to another.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Love, Christine
Be safe,
Karen
an altar to the want of belonging. ..
but i relate everything it seems these days, with religiosity. .
...it felt like verging rapture.
cut glass precision; prismatic ar/ray of talent.
splend.id~
ness
Love,
Susan
Again, like so much of your work, with its upper crust Englishness, it reminds me of John Betjeman, spec "A subaltern's love song" Miss J H D Burnside.
This is so lovely, even the betrayal is a nice betrayal, that is in fact a blessing. Many warm fireside thoughts come to mind.
Pauls gone all fluffy, and I've melted at the fire side, lol...
Down there, yeah Paul, you, prolly Feb or March, once Joan H D B's area don't need an ark to get to....
Another pure classic, timeless write by Klassic Kate.. xx
Lt Col. D.P. Gumby Mrs
Paul;-)
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
This is absolutely b r e a t h t a k i n g -- beautifully penned. Well done. Indeed!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.