Guardian (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on February 26, 2012

wonderful!!! Does your guardian have a name.....this is very metaphysical and lovely.

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on February 25, 2012

Kate, I find it hard to believe that many do not believe in angels and with that in mine I will guess that they have never encountered
any. Lovely pen.

Always,
Deborah

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on February 24, 2012

So true! I love that you pay tribute to that unseen, but felt, hand in our lives that protects, lifts and sustains us... probably more than we will ever know.
When my oldest son was about 3 years old he brought me a loaf of banana bread and a nice long sharp knife to cut it with... holding the blade of his hand in his pudgy little hand. His sister, knowing that he shouldn't have a knife, grabbed the handle and quickly pulled it from his hand...telling him he shouldn't have a knife! Miraculously, he had not one drop of blood or even a scratch on the palm of his hand. Someday, when I meet an angel in heaven who has a scar on the palm of their hand, I will know I have met my son's guardian angel who protected him that day. :)

Cryssa

Reviewed by Debashish Haar

Reviewed on February 22, 2012

There seems to be some divine connection going in this. We often become what we think we are, our surroundings often behave as we believe they would be; the sense of being protected is as original as any birth or any moment. Well written, Kate!

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on February 10, 2012

A fine tribute to that hidden protective hand we all have felt on this insane journey called life...
Well said, Kate! & long live your black cat bones!
Peace & Blessings,
Carolyn

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)

Reviewed on February 9, 2012

simply nothing else like it... merely marvelous (to understate it)... kind of like the kinesthetic equivalent of finishing someone's sentences... only much, much more... oh, well done, Kate...

Be well and at peace with all.
Roger

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on February 9, 2012

What a wonderful way to describe the reality of dimmensions that we cannot see, save they allow it so...They are there, acting on our behalf, we know when they have done something sometimes, but sadly alot of times we take for granted our winged warriors/guardians.
Love this Kate, ty & much blessings to you
xxCh'erie

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 8, 2012

Guardians are marvelous to have around, as are angels, and I know they've saved me more than once.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

Timing is everything, or so it would seem. Lucky stars, angels and guardians making that appointment you never want to keep. Patrick

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

So interestingly captivating, Kate. If angels had not saved me (many times from myself even) during the course of this journey, I honestly don't know where I'd be today. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

our potential self lives in many parallel universes and still continue to cover all our moves ... tight, spontaneous and perfectly sculptured ...

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

omg...how your words blow me away...I have lived and breathe longer because of Guardian Angels and could not even count all the ways...your poem is a keeper and a reminder...thanks for this dear Kate!
Love,
Christine

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

Oh Yes Kate! Your guardian angel holds your hand and minds your business . This is a wonderful read...especially for me since I've been walking with an extra set of footprints too.

God bless you.
Susan

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

NEVER HAD OUR GUARDIAN ANGELS DESCRIBED QUITE LIKE THIS...BUT THEN, I EXPECT THE UNUSUAL FROM YOU, KATE. DONE WELL AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

yes, i adore everything about this.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

Invisibility good luck.. my lives of black cat bones..
Guardian angel..to the romantic lover you've never met.
Quite unique Kate.. Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

An alternative deja vu reversed been-there-done-that shadow that follows at the heels. Sentinel and sentimental. Mentor or protector, twin opposite or just good reflective poetry puts a literary spin on Burnside word art...Kate good to read you again.

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

Love this. The guardian, of course, saving Kate from mishap and taking the fall for the black cat's bones. And we, of course know how many lives that entails. This was just a fine, snappy, thinking person's poem, I thoroughly enjoyed it, my friend.

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

Resiliency, trust, and love envelops this poem, my dear, Kate. Sounds to me like someone has your back no matter what. It is a good thing to be able to have someone in your life that you can trust with your own life. Keep on bouncing back and always remember to breath on the way back and know that "That was a close one", be safe, be loved, and be the Kate we all love.

Peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on February 7, 2012

nine lives...and those cat like angels. Saved for another time. Very cool write Kate. ~ Morgan.....you were a dashing cat in your last life....Jaguar? House Cat?.....this is great.