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| Reviewed by Art Sun |
4/12/2009 |
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There is a variety of emotions within your poem Axilea, though one can only truly find love through the forgiveness of oneself, as you have expressed, through all the unfortunate and fortunate moments of life, reflecting through each stage of living brings one into the reality of who and why we love...
very nice work...
Art Sun... |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
4/12/2009 |
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| I can so relate to this poem. I thought you were writing about my mother. Inspiring in moving on. Agony of living through it. Liz |
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| Reviewed by L. Figgins |
4/10/2009 |
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| You write truth. Stunning poetry, Axilea... |
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| Reviewed by SOULFUL SHEE G. Pulsing In Passionate Purple PassionS |
4/10/2009 |
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WOW! Such sadness envelopes my own heart! for this person!
This tender soul! reaching out for accepted love!
This "MOTHER's " Poem is unique and deeply intense, as the reader and and the writer explore forgiving/and being forgave throughout these wonderful written verses! These images: WOW
Mother’s love
a drop of acid in a cup of warm milk -
And knowing... A mothers' love is deep like the ocean and just as vast! Some mom's are tainted as we all learn in time... Forgiving is the key as we are alive to make it a possibility...
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings of Love and Peace, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExoo
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| Reviewed by David Hightower |
4/2/2009 |
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Axilea - Enjoyed the irony in each stanza of this journey from the child unloved becoming the mother who learns, "... the meaning of love
elsewhere and far away." Especially liked the contrasting images of,
Mother’s love
a drop of acid in a cup of warm milk
beginning the poem and,
Mother’s unlove
like a drop of lie in an ocean truth
in the last stanza. great lines throughout. - David
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
4/1/2009 |
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Very tenderly written from a forgiving/forgiven heart. That ability of yours to see clearly from an objective point of view throws an air of poignancy into whatever you right (write?) RIGHT! --A woman of truth, made of ocean... so what if a bit of debris falls in now and again? "Absorbed, disolved"... and somehow made "all right".
A strong, cohesive poem with natural, built-in progression, climax and glorious resolution. --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
4/1/2009 |
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A well written piece,I enjoy reading it,take care
Edwin |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
3/30/2009 |
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| I wish I were able to share similar thoughts so uniquely and expressively, Axilea. So much tenderness and compassion for the pained child, yet testament also to her strengths and resiliance - and ability to escape and grow through the windows of the mind and imagination. Lovely, tightly-crafted work as usual that also leaves us with so much slack in our rope that we can work with your ideas for far longer than just the read. Beautiful resolution here; love how this diffuses, like dye in water. I wonder how many of us girlies carry within us the burdens of our mothers emotional torments? Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
3/30/2009 |
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Unique...and deeply profound and powerful.
In the end, it is all about love
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
3/30/2009 |
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| WONDERFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
3/29/2009 |
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Axilea,
Deeply emotional and painful and yet the poetry rises above the truths of it not in a superficial wordy way but profoundly. The final stanza is outstanding.
John |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
3/29/2009 |
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The many moods of mothers - some good, some terrible - very well penned, Axilea.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
3/29/2009 |
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A kind loving mother can be the most precious gift in the whole world, but a hateful or indifferent mother can be the most painful experience to live through. I have had the first and watched while my daughter had the second...so sad but true.
hugs
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
3/29/2009 |
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As painful as this is to read, I admire (again), Axilea, the
poetry that flows from your pen. That last stanza, for example,
is pure art...from "a drop of lie in an ocean truth" to
"a walk with one's forgiven self." -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
3/29/2009 |
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This poem brings to mind how difficult being a mother can be. We expect perfection, in an imperfect world. There is no formula as to how to raise your child, each child and each mother is unique, and the normal ways do not always apply. The best thing that I got from your poem is that you must forgive anything that you have done for you know not better! As long as you do what you do from love, everything else will turn out fine.
Thank you for this profound poem, Axilea, you do have a way of making me think about things differently.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
3/29/2009 |
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The horror is clear. Somehow we are nutured.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/29/2009 |
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A deeply meaningful write that is deserving of much more than a single reading. Thank you for sharing it, Axilea. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Dudley Hiles |
3/29/2009 |
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The poetry is alive, with all the pain of a strange birth, it progresses into a fine piece of work.
Be proud of this.
Dudley |
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