The rush of noise, has stilled the silence deep though I be half deaf I turn my good ear to hear the melody of fluted notes drifting upward, out of the abyss of darkness ,emptiness from far, far below they rise upward and I breath in their courage and strengthen me, so I shall carry on not by choice or by chance but ,because I must Snassano 12 -07-07
You are a warrior and will survive! You have the love and support of yore children and the boys at the lodge. I am so happy to see that you are writing again, you are very talented. SC
Stan, an enlightening writing to know you are ready to face the days that follow...an exceptional write.
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2007
an uplifting write. well felt. Lady J
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Reviewed on December 7, 2007
soooooooooo ooo glad you posted. ..
this reminds me of a place i know, Echo Amphitheatre in northern N.M.. . .how even the wind can strike a chord this resoonant, this divine. . .so many ways to reverb this write; music of heartstrings and the like. .. pleas of desperation from deeper than the soul can go. ..strife, breaking, freeing. ..
and it conjures a river; how i feel when canoeing. .. the stillness of rushing water so pounding within the very soul .. .. how even the sound can trap you against a wall; trapped within echoes and echoes and sirens and sirens. ..beckoning. ..calling. ..
i can feel strength and sorrow in this both...
i again am just soooOSosoos glad you posted; anytime you do, but especially this one. ..
L O V E the imagery in this one...and the strength, the r e s o l v e, to carry on. Reminds me of a firefighter in search of a victim: despite the terror, the heat, the roar surrounding them, it all mutes to silence and absolute concentration. Excellent.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
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Take care,
Axilea
Love,
Susan
God bless you. Kathy
this reminds me of a place i know, Echo Amphitheatre in northern N.M.. . .how even the wind can strike a chord this resoonant, this divine. . .so many ways to reverb this write; music of heartstrings and the like. .. pleas of desperation from deeper than the soul can go. ..strife, breaking, freeing. ..
and it conjures a river; how i feel when canoeing. .. the stillness of rushing water so pounding within the very soul .. .. how even the sound can trap you against a wall; trapped within echoes and echoes and sirens and sirens. ..beckoning. ..calling. ..
i can feel strength and sorrow in this both...
i again am just soooOSosoos glad you posted; anytime you do, but especially this one. ..
loved this.. .
breathable and truthful and wonderful
ness
Love,
Eileen
L O V E the imagery in this one...and the strength, the r e s o l v e, to carry on. Reminds me of a firefighter in search of a victim: despite the terror, the heat, the roar surrounding them, it all mutes to silence and absolute concentration. Excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.