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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
9/5/2009 |
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| Kate, you reveal submission to a love that was not to be, to a life long aching for him -- tender and sad -- expertly written my friend -- peace and love -- Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
8/30/2009 |
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| EXCELLENT! YOUR PHRASES 'HAUNT' AND THE IMAGERY IN THIS WRITE IS VIVIDLY CLEAR, PAINTING A CLEAR PICTURE OF THE PAIN....IN COMING FACE TO FACE WITH REALITY. THANKS FOR SHARING...SO ENJOYED. |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
8/26/2009 |
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Wonderful, Kate. Leaves me wondering a bit. Mysterious. Hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
8/26/2009 |
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There is absolutely nothing missing in this poem, Kate. In just a
few beautifully crafted lines, it covers a lifetime of love and loss and pain. My, but you write so well. -gene. |
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| Reviewed by SOULFUL SHEE G. Pulsing In Passionate Purple PassionS |
8/26/2009 |
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Missing, I thought ahead, and thought of memories maybe to be forgotten, (feeling sad for what you are somewhat yearning maybe) Another of your Great expressive perceptions Kate!
Love this truth feeling poem!
WRITE ON!
Blessings and Peace, Purple_Passions, SHEExooo
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| Reviewed by Bill Broome |
8/25/2009 |
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| I join the others in praising this work. It is outstanding as one of youur best gifts to us. Thanks. - Bill |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
8/25/2009 |
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| such depth of feeling expressed, this is splendid! |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
8/25/2009 |
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Sometimes it is the not belonging/possessing that hurts the most... that knowledge that in essence you don't have a right to mourn the absence of someone or something because the feelings you have were never returned. Maybe all of that doesn't make any sense... :~)
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
8/25/2009 |
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You can feel the hurting pain within your words. Thank you for sharing another great write Kate.
Newfie Hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
8/24/2009 |
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| i love the depth in this write-the feel of sad but of the love of hanging on to the memories |
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| Reviewed by Shay White |
8/24/2009 |
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| Steeped in emotion with simple grace. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed this one very much! |
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| Reviewed by Ray { Not a Poet } |
8/24/2009 |
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Wonderful, I enjoyed
The Buzzard |
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| Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks |
8/24/2009 |
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Such painful emotions in so few words...how beautifully expressed, Kate. I understand these feelings: Cotton-candy, once sweet, now sticks to the palate; just a button does not allow closure; living things lost do not exclude death. We feel, we give, we share, but never allowed possession...so many expressions of our life's journey...and so well penned, dear friend.
Blessings and Love - Micke |
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
8/24/2009 |
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This is exquisite in its power and simplicity...really grabbing my heart, Kate.
Carole~ |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
8/24/2009 |
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Oh my Kate,,,stunning poetry...you blow my mind! This is so one I can relate to...ty for sharing such a gift,,I open mine with gratitude!
Love,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
8/24/2009 |
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| Quite powerful, Kate. |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
8/24/2009 |
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| Kate, this is so short, but it reads like a novel...one that would be difficult to put down. It has me wondering why, how and when. Sad, yet truly beautiful. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
8/24/2009 |
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Missing can be another name for a scar, because if you really never had it...the scar will be there to remind you forever.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
8/24/2009 |
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To possess one's soul is only done when you find that true soul mate, they become so much a part of you that it isn't possession but residence. Your soul lives inside of his soul. Never can that be broken. Even when soul mates depart from each other, pieces still remain for eternity. That is why we search in every lifetime to find those missing pieces to once again reside inside of that sanctity of our soul mate. Wow, deeply responding to this poem, not sure why but these words are just flowing from me. You inspired me, Kate, that's a good thing..lol
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Mead |
8/23/2009 |
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| GOD, I LOVE THIS. That's it really. I LOVE IT. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
8/23/2009 |
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the unrelenting absence of presence, is an ache we never hope to possess, yet it constantly occupies our thoughts and emotions ...
good one, Kate ...
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
8/23/2009 |
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Kate,
The structure matters so much here, the eliminations (as Axilea refers to) in the first three stanza half and the focus on what is in the second three-part half; but on top of that the parts are more than a sum, they are an entire feeling and response...loss, pain and trying to cope.
John |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
8/23/2009 |
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It's interesting to begin like this, by eliminating the small detail, the more obvious, the sweet memory. "It" all seems to be concentrated in the loss and in the absence.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
8/23/2009 |
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| Innocence, pain, love- combined here to perfection. Great write, Kate. |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Diamond |
8/23/2009 |
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It's so sad to watch good love go bad
Jerry |
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| Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary |
8/23/2009 |
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| Little pieces of memorabilia, treasures only for the keeper. Lovely poem, Kate. |
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| Reviewed by Paul D Berube |
8/23/2009 |
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| Sad, my friend; but well written. God bless. |
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| Reviewed by james webcatcher (Reader) |
8/23/2009 |
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You will just have to get over this. There is no other way
No point in paining yourself over and over again
Jimmy |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
8/23/2009 |
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Oh Kate this one is so painfully sweet that it aches for a kind word or a soft touch. When we are in love with someone we find special comfort in such simple things as a favorite picture, a ticket stub from a movie shared, or yes even a button or article of clothing. Love is a special blessing whether it be for a week, a month or forever it should be treasured and remembered always and you captured that will in this poem my dear Kate/well done.
hugs
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| Reviewed by Debashish Haar |
8/23/2009 |
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This has a mystic feeling to it. With this impression or sketch in a few words you have recreated the missing (relationship, togetherness,...).
debs |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
8/23/2009 |
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This one has a sadness to it; hope you are okay, Kate! You are in my prayers! Very well penned; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :( |
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