Rolling Cylinder (poem) by Axilea MU on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 8, 2012

i love this exploration of connectivity, Axilea,
in the simplest everyday things there is link
and communality, even communion;
your final stanza is, for me, as close to perfection
as a poet can get;

sorry i'm late getting here but so much has been going on

my best to you
always

john

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on August 6, 2012

I love what your travels have brought back with you here, Axilea. Your psyche is just loving it, I can tell, and it adds yet more wonderful richness to your depth and style of writing. Yes, I think we travel the world in search not of our differences and losses in time and space, but to gain from what remains in legacy, and in discovery of our ties and similarities; missing pieces of the jigsaw of our own DNA. To be fearless and open-minded as a globe-trotter enables us to be all people at all times and to return with our selves augmented and enlightened. Love the telling details of people, place, emotion and meaning here. Unique storytelling in your unmistakeable voice as always; you are always the unraveller of secrets. xx

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on August 4, 2012

Profound. Your poetry is always a mesmerizing journey through the undertow of emotions and life. Always a joy. Liz

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on August 3, 2012

Sometimes it feels as if time fold back on itself. A poem of deep thoughts, well penned.

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on August 2, 2012

there is something to be said for the luxury of tea and sympathy. So nice to read this posting of yours. Glad you had a nice break.

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on August 2, 2012

Sublime and emotionally resonant!
The questions draw me in and leave me feeling the poem all the more.
Blessings, xx
Christine

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on August 2, 2012

Have you read Shannon Hale's Goose Girl series? Okay, they're fairy tales, but in them, the girls speak the languages of the wind, water, fire and trees. Imagine if you could understand the language of the past--the language of the sea-- of a specific wall--so that it's not just "if walls could talk", but that they actually do; it's a matter of just hearing clearly what they all have to say. Then, you could row out in a boat to the middle of the sea, and hear its ballads and write them down, translating all those ancient songs into modern languages--all of them you speak, from the language of the deep. But in a way, that's what poets do. --Charlie

Reviewed by Asa Seeley

Reviewed on August 1, 2012

we will always search to understand better...always follow patterns and learn more...always 'connect' or 'disconnet'. it is what we do. it is a part of living and give us (as our den poet, susie palmer says) 'meaning'. thanks

asa

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 1, 2012

All I can discern from this is that the rolling cylinder is time and the cemetery signifies going back to see the past's connection the present.

Ron

Reviewed by Keith Rowley

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

Welcome back Axilea. Your poem brings to mind the intuitive pattern matching at which creative engineers and mystics tend to be quite good. It's evocative and flows fairly well, utilizing some admirably concise and interrelated images that are the expression of underlying forces. Cool!

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

I like the poem, Axilea....it speaiks of family, and journeying and the little eeryday things that make up a life. The cylinder seal mis a great metaphor, both for lifr repeating itself, and that life just rolls on....excellent!

\Chip Bergeron

Reviewed by stan nassano

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

Wind under our Wings Axilea.........Uplifting

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

Would that more than this site's members could read this and realize, as I have, how universal the "cylinder" is, the enigmatic power its many imaginings have and the cyclic symbolism as a reminder that there is no end to anything, only change. Very enjoyable and arresting piece of writing.

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

Good to read your crisp clear images, your resonant rhythms, and your rich cadences replete with rare profundities... brings out the archaic yet relevant philosophical truth... very nice to have you back at AD with us Axilea.

Sounds like your holiday was restful, yet richly rewarding...
Roger

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

life's journey imprints us with many experiences which we attempt to link to our roots, family and the whole of mankind - many artifacts exist to blend with the traditions passed from one generation to the next, imprinted genetically within us - much like the "rolling cylinder" you have artistically depicted in your rendering - "some cay and shy smiles" is a magnetic passage stirring a mix of conscious thought to artifacts and historic family events - your poem feels warm with conversational qualities and relates the mix of events with emotion - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

Your back! I must say your poetry was well missed. Crystal clear images come to my mind as I read your clever lines.
Well written and well thought out.

Another gem from Axilea!
Peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

Welcome back to AD, and hope your absence was noteworthy and exciting, and judging by your poetry it was that.

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on July 31, 2012

Welcome back...Axilea, the wordsmith, I love This!

Deborah