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| Reviewed by Don Juan Amante |
5/3/2012 |
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| a pleasure to sit with you for a moment |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
4/21/2012 |
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Morgan, I think as writers these deep moments are necessary and inspiring. I felt like I was there doing it myself. Great write.
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
4/18/2012 |
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| Sitting is when so many things or thing is absorbed, can be painful..then we have to move on to release the pain, Great Poem! |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
4/18/2012 |
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| REFLECTING...ON REALITY. SO WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE*HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner |
4/17/2012 |
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| Awake to life. Doing by not doing. In this age so many miss the beauty of uniting with nature, turning off the internal chatter and just being. |
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| Reviewed by Amor Sabor |
4/17/2012 |
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How many directions will you take me with these beautiful writes? I read them sometimes several times and still get something additional from these lines. Beautiful work, Dear Morgan
Amor |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
4/15/2012 |
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This is quite an introspective poem, my dear. Umm, I derirve many meanings from this one. All in All, I say to you, sit and live in the moment...
Peace love and light
Amber |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
4/14/2012 |
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Touching the pain inevitable essence.
"Sit" is deeply compelling Morgan.
Lady Mary Ann
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
4/14/2012 |
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Power to "sit" or stand always of the mind!!!
Thanks *Morgan* for the
introspect and retrospect!!!!
Lady Vivian |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo |
4/14/2012 |
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| Very introspective poem, Morgan. Visually strong and emotionally deep. ~Hugs, Elizabeth |
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
4/13/2012 |
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Morgan, Images we hold unto and go back to...When we need a place to go. Thank you.
Always,
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/13/2012 |
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| archetypal forms reveal themselves when least expected ... in an instant they shift and are gone ... pain is an unusual aftermath of such wonder unless our minds refused to touch their essence ... |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
4/13/2012 |
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| A pungent taste of what most of us choose to suppress--the intensity of our associative powers from the past. Such obstinate behavior does little to cloak the "now." For this reader, the poem asks us to embrace our inert pain and allow emotional embellishments "out there" to layer our experience. That which we resist, does persist. |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
4/13/2012 |
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this fine short work reminds me of Wallace Stevens,
not in style but in thought process and the
challenges it sets;
Morgan, yes!
john |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
4/12/2012 |
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Splendid imagery, and you convey this as if the soul itself is at stake...
I'm on my way to dad's service soon, just preparing now, but I will call you back/want very much to meet you for that hot cocoa!
Chris |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
4/12/2012 |
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To sit,
To think,
To of the bathroom stink,
Sounds like heaven to this old fink...;-) e |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
4/12/2012 |
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| Yes. To touch the mirage is to bring copious amounts of blood simple (did ja ever see that movie?) to the forefront and is us definitely not for the squeamish. |
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