by Karen Hecht Springer
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The heart never lies when it skips a beat.
By Karen Hecht Springer
June 27, 2012
So I’m wishing I knew you -
Knew the mechanics behind the frame -
Connecting through your soul and
Weaving a tapestry unique through time
With precision -
Quizzical spontaneity mixes with your
Raw life blood and
Powers the light in your eyes which is
The refracting lens that burns through my being -
A question, tinged with
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|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|Lovely and stunningly emotional poetry Karen.
I sometimes think we are programmed to recognize the ones we are meant to connect with in this world.
As I said stunning poetry
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Certainly substance to reflect upon; something with which I can relate. Thanks for sharing, Karen. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|pulsating with inquisitive energy... "the mechanics behind the frame..." bespeaks a construction technique few dare aspire to... and the close ... such pregnant silence...
this did not disappoint...
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|You say so much with so few words in this verse, do we ever know someone? Maybe not.
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Karen, Wanting to know and at times we reqret it. Great!
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
A wonderful way of peering into the lens and see that which is reflected back.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|"A question, tinged with
Ah, I hear you, but sometimes it is better not to ask, or probe too deeply. I know. I know. Sometimes we just can't help ourselves.