Log (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on January 10, 2013

The connection between life and function.....the circle....like it.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on May 4, 2012

Wonderfully penned Kate, always top notch from you, never dull.

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on April 28, 2012

soft and flowing contentment...
Cryssa

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on April 22, 2012

Who would have thought a log could be sensuous?

Made it sssizzzzle, Miz Kate, made it sssizzzzle!

What an imagination!

What a poet!!

Keep 'em comin', please.

xOx Phyllis xOx

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 21, 2012

Much symbolism and your verses awaken thought and emotion as well, Kate. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on April 21, 2012

Second verse is my favorite, Kate. Love the mood you created there. Excellent.
Sheila

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 18, 2012

Who would've thought that a log would have so much character. But then I guess it was burning to tell us so� So you helped out. Brilliant!

Ron

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on April 18, 2012

My logs all got termites. Burn low and slow but it's OK, the fire marshal says I shouldn't exceed the fire rating of the firebox anyway. Patrick

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 18, 2012

This is in a class all its own,and you dear Kate are a magical anointed poet! Thank you for this gift of a poem to delight in. Truly a masterpiece!

Eileen

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on April 18, 2012

a perfect teaser and scrumptious metaphor in the grandest manner of Katedom - "soft residue of memory's smoke" pleases my creative side and turns me a bit green, with envy for not having ever written it myself - please, throw another "log" onto the artistic fires - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

Warm and bright and scrumptious. --Charlie

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

okay, that was HOT for lack of a more creative word. awesome write , Kate!

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

Jude says it all. BTW you new bio pic, is the real you! Dynamic! Congrats on your numerous achievements over the past ever-so. :)

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

Mmm, one of your masterpieces!
Such hypnotic rhythm and sonics and that song is brought into it at just the right time...
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

beautiful

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

A thirst quenching drink of pure logic encapsulated in lyrical metaphor. So many suffer not knowing such feelings and can't express what it's like to long for the return of that sense of reciprocal love--whether real or vicarious. The subtext resounds in this piece, suggesting few know the difference between imagined love and that which transcends explanation and exists onto itself for its own sake. You obviously have a handle on that conundrum.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

Wonders of a fireplace log of embers to gaze
upon the sweet red embers. Slumber in warmth.
Love this Kate ! Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

'delicious' isn't a word i often use
when responding to writing but this,
Great Kate, is delicious!

john

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

Fireplaces are so meditational to me too...e

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 17, 2012

I love both fireplaces and campfires, and there's nothing better than becoming lost in their embers. I also like that song by Evanescence very much.

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on April 16, 2012

Ah but you do manage well to spark my imagination with this romp through your thoughts on screen. I must wonder if I would or have ever stayed up late in front of the fireplace to watch its last spark go quietly into that good night just before dawn breaks.
Amor

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 16, 2012

totally rolled over by the imagery and innuendo in this twilight endeavor, Kate ... ... this poem definitely sparkles my synapses and awakens the smoky residue of my heart ... a poem to be fondled and caressed, and to dream about daily ...

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on April 16, 2012

Kate, a smoldering soliloquy. Great succinct terms of "slow-burn", "lace of my fire", "my bark is gone". Radiant! ~~ Diana

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on April 16, 2012

Taking the dream to another level, Kate, and oh! Before I forget, I love the new photo. Back to the dream-scape and the face-licking, however gentle. Love, love, love, "soft residue of memory's smoke / and unforgotten fragrance." Plus it is all even better "when you drift back here / to sleep." Gotta love it!!!!!!