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| Reviewed by SOULFUL SHEE G. Pulsing In Passionate Purple PassionS |
4/10/2009 |
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WOW! I'm Stunned, such imageries feels these corridors, your mind, your heart and soul! To write this poem!
Sounds or pictures of many hurt souls, looking, searching (in corridors, through eachother, etc. and seeing their sadness and knowing their feelings, becoming a part of your own!
I enjoyed reading and sounds a tinge of sad, since this write/healing, I hope your heart is filled WITH JOY!
You write amazing!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings of Love, Peace and Hugs, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
4/2/2009 |
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There is much to think about when I read your verses, Axilea. This is a poem that is worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
4/1/2009 |
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Mesmerizing piece here, Axilea. Terrifying--not to be able to rid one's self of horrifying memories... sell them all you will, but they remain--grow--loom still in those mental corridors.
My favorite stanza is the next-to-last. That image of the washing machine is brilliant. I can just see her washing day after day the same, soiled thoughts-- sloshing them around mechanically in a tub of sudsy water-- trying against all hope to remove the stains of whatever haunts are meshed there-in. And all the while, her face is an immaculate garden of well-manicured happiness. (slosh--slosh...)
Maybe she simply needed a new brand of soap?
Now, if only she had a coin for every new load she washed...
--Charlie |
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| Reviewed by David Hightower |
3/27/2009 |
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Axilea - Love the images in your "The Corridor." Corridor of near death? a hospital? a mind? They all fit into this dreamscape in which:
she sells her memory
to buy herself a future
(shes forgotten how she ran)
- David |
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
3/25/2009 |
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Excellent and well written piece,I enjoy reading it,take care
Edwin |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
3/24/2009 |
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An inspirational trade off, if you will, yet contains so much inner strength and beauty no matter what the path, BRAVO!
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
3/24/2009 |
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| Wonderful piece, haunting and soulful. |
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| Reviewed by stan nassano |
3/24/2009 |
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I'll echo Genes coments below,Axilea,
always a facinating read,
stan |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
3/24/2009 |
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Love the lines,
"she sells her memory
to buy herself a future"
Giving up what she knows...to have what she knows not...
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
3/24/2009 |
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As always your thoughts crystalize into poetry as softly as a butterfly exits it's cocoon. Your heart is left revealed and vunerable but not beyond repair and your strength still stands formost in your world of tomorrow. Well written and so true.
Hugs
F |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
3/24/2009 |
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| WONDERFUL, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
3/24/2009 |
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So haunting, Axilea. "she sells her memory
to buy herself a future,"...my favorite lines. |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
3/23/2009 |
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Axilea,
The title's the indication, and after the assertions of the first two stanzas I love how the third introduces the personal dimension and then at the end of the fourth blends it into the narrative...we see sides of you and the feelings haunt us.
John |
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| Reviewed by Douglas Bentley |
3/23/2009 |
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A very interesting write.
In the stanzas you start with "she" and end with "I" several times.
Where you ran but she forgot to.
Sad but true.
Doug |
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| Reviewed by Emile Tubiana |
3/23/2009 |
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Dear Axilea, I am not anymore suprised . You write so clearly and to the point. "Eli Fat Mat" (What is gone is dead) they say in Arabic. We are all working for the future which we don't know. You are a great poet. Love Emile
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
3/23/2009 |
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Fascinating, Axilea. And it seems to be moreso each time I read you.
I love these lines:
she sells her memory
to buy herself a future
-gene. |
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