Brinicle (poem) by Axilea MU on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 12, 2012

I can completely relate... ...and my second last poem posted here at AD is entitled, "Doubt." Thank you, Axilea. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Reviewed on January 12, 2012

The brinicle of doubt not only freezes the heart, but it paralyses the will, stifles initiative, and leaves the heart's owner bereft.

Chip Bergeron

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on January 11, 2012

Axilla, you metaphor is a thing of beauty my dear friend -- "the saline grip of a tear" is poetic euphoria to my longing ears -- your view is crystalline while the ascent is opaque -- mystery clinging firmly to self doubt -- it is rewarding to indulge in this rendering -- the brinicle, the perfect association -- this poem is now a library piece for my future pleasure -- may the joy of love surround you with reassuring calm -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on January 11, 2012

Axilea, One minute it is water, then an iciggle dripping, solid ice.
Like the path of life...

Always,
Deborah

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on January 11, 2012

This poem flows and drips like an icicle that is yearning to stay frozen but cannot quite manage to do that.
Lovely and haunting images.

Missed you..

Peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on January 10, 2012

This is a really felt piece, Axilea, and you have conjured both mood and sensation through your chilling images. Interesting form, too. It's probably the lateness of the hour here, but makes me think of all those potential foetuses held in suspended animation in storage, as yet in egg/sperm banks. And the hopes/fears/angst of all those on infertility treatment and waiting lists. Sorry to be peculiar, but it's just the thought that came to me. xx

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on January 10, 2012

Wonderfully artistic way to capture this Axilea!
Your gems are truly original!

Reviewed by Alan Abrams

Reviewed on January 10, 2012

a mere hissss, a frozen whissssper...

Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen

Reviewed on January 10, 2012

Many deep emotions in this cool piece Axilea,
I like "the grip of a tear" I think they have such grip,
for they do not like leaving the place came from,
in the center of the heart.

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on January 10, 2012

I love how you find these obscure words I have to look up, and then give them depth and visible meaning. Most fabulous line: "crack in the womb" (chills down my spine). Also, "paper-thin change of season" is very effective. The last line clenches the reader, and we're convinced you're right about doubt--about its depth and about its effects. So nice to read you again. --Charlie

Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti

Reviewed on January 10, 2012

Thanks for bringing brinicles to my attention. Had never heard of them.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on January 9, 2012

Salt shaker meets its maker. But they are beautiful. Patrick

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on January 9, 2012

doubt not only freezes the heart, it pierces it ...

Reviewed by stan nassano

Reviewed on January 9, 2012

slowly is the key.............interesting write Axilea