Liquid Light Feather: Native Distillation (poem) by Sage Sweetwater on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 30, 2006

This is most engaging, Sage. Music, image and verses complement one another to perfection. Thank you for sharing this spiritual offering. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on August 24, 2006

And I agree with Kate and Eileen. Intimate relations whether between a man and a woman or between two of the same sex are never finished. If one mate goes someone else comes along, and it starts all over again. So no sis, we are never done when we are finished. Spent some, but never done. :P

Thanx for sharing, this is so intimate and surreal.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

The continuity of liquid light is forever! You have great charisma Sage!Marvelous mysticism!

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

No its just the beginning :-)

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

This is a very unique and interesting visual and poetic piece. It has so much intensity, yet is gentle. It is mystic yet it is reality. Good Job.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

Very mystical and alluring Sage
Has a certain Venus like quality running through it,and I just love that word " distillation " !
The pic of the pampas grass is beautiful
Peter

Reviewed by Only A Poet (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

a beautiful write, unique and intriguingly mystic as well as sensual.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

Pretty close to reality is this . . . "bed her in / hologram . . . Because that is what it all boils down to in the end far too many times. We bed down our opartners (beneath the oaks or not) and afterward we realize that it has indeed been a hologram. Sad thing is, we do not care, sexual urges being what they are. Don't think you particularly wrote this poem with my interpretation in mind, but still . . .

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on January 13, 2006

Never am i done,
My sex does continue to run,
It surely does seem I can "keep up" the fun,
Granted though my idea of sex,
Is not yours, in the email though you can expect the checks;
To pay for what you have given me,
For only you can, of what is truly necessary, see...Ed & Rufuz

Reviewed by Suzie Palmer

Reviewed on January 12, 2006

Dearest Sage
This is fantastic! I especially love:
'enlightened quality
of being temporarily
celibate by choice'...
and
'in expectant
bliss
ultimate unity
surrender your
sex!
Are you done
when you are
finished?'
This is very well done! Are we ever done...
Love & Friendship Suzie xox :-)