Present Continuum (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 7, 2009

This has a lonely ring about it. I like the thoughtful feel to this poem. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed on October 6, 2009

<3 T a n t a l i z i n g <3

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

the metaphoric glue of your imagery and contemplative motif adheres effortlessly to the structure of your perceptions ...

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

This piece seems to be somewhat veiled...yet to me had a sense of melancholy to it--of someone burning the midnight oil and "waxing" philosophical during the insomnia of the wee hours of the morning. I know that feeling well... hee, hee.. maybe that is why I got that sense from your poem. AT any rate, I loved the last two lines and the sense of hope they give to the reader.
Cryssa :~)

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

It's mysterious Kate, almost like the way Nostrodameous saw his visions in water or fire.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Quite an intriguing piece, Kosmic Kate.

Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Such a lonely feel to this. Very nicely done, Kate.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Kate, I felt that way leaving a pub in Ireland's Cork, the leprechauns around didn't help nothing to clear my continuum!

Georg

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

wonderfully surreal, kate.
always a pleasure,
carolyn

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

Kate, I love your opening lines...such beautiful imagery. I started to say they were my favorite lines, but changed my mind...the whole poem is just lovely.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

with you every line is a winner,Kate! I felt like I was floating over waves of warm caramel with golden sunbeams making everything sparkle;-)luv how you eliminate separation...

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

seems much waiting has been done

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

love the dreaminess of this-my favorite lines:
outlines of far countries sleeping
under tender lids of night

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

great journey. Liz

Reviewed by Jerry Engler

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

Great images from the eye of the midnight flame to dismantling hazy borders, an allegory for the weakness that holds us apart that will dissolve to bring us together. Great meaning...........Jerry

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

Kate,
The opening line is magnet and everything after that hooks and holds and we travel to where you send us, not just across "far countries sleeping..." but the universe itself, and where we finally come together as one. Oh yes!

John

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

The midnight flame dawning is a beautiful image. The idea of dismantling the hazy borders between together and apart reveals your wonderful creativity.

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

Yes we have another transformational release of the senses.~.(SenSitive_Kate )voel*ted

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

"dismantling hazy borders between
together and apart" those two line touch something deep within me, Kate...gorgeous poem!

Carole~

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

Wow, sweet Kate, this one really spoke deeply to me. I sensed a certain longing for love...distant love perhaps, either separated by those tendrils of miles or the frontiers of time. Either way you outdid yourself and left so much for mind and heart to ponder.
hugs
Pops

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

The light of your life shines in this pondering write.

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

I stare at the eye of the midnight flame...

Kate, a great way to slip into this thoughtful and fascinating poem.

-gene.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

Sometimes when we ponder too much we wind up with ponder whiplash. I know I do. Still I ponder, as do you, Kate.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 4, 2009

Wonderful write, Kate; well done! BRAVA!

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