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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
11/1/2009 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!! VERY TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
10/30/2009 |
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Reads like a cleansing pagan chant...words define it as such; arcane, ritual, roots of the tree, mirrored...
Love,
Sage |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
10/28/2009 |
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I agree again with David, that the refrain from Dimensions (1) is a beautiful poetic device which works well in tandem, creating harmony, balance and an echo effect. I very much like the scenes you choose to paint to set out your thoughts, but the second strophe is a stand-alone verse for me: I love it's completeness in itself -
The theater of midnight
is set before my eyes
while the benevolent moon
with truthful reflection
cuts the deceitful hearts open
digs into the fleshlike earth
at the roots of the tree;
digging, in cool lenient light
Both arcane with mystery and revelatory, I like the conclusion that you can "laugh with the moon" as if to share her understanding and treasure it, making "the silence (after) come alive in me". Thoughtful and so well-crafted, as always. Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by David Hightower |
10/28/2009 |
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Axilea - Perfect companion to "Dimensions of Light(the sun.) The imagery you use here reflects the different light of the moon, yet contains the same profound lines,
I can make the silence
come alive in me
- David
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| Reviewed by Emile Tubiana |
10/28/2009 |
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Dear Axilea, I like your poem, and particularly the last two lines.
"I can make the silence come alive in me" Le silence est d'or. Excellent my friend. Love Emile
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
10/28/2009 |
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| Axilea, this is so beautiful and haunting... |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
10/26/2009 |
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| You can never outdance the moon, especially a tango. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
10/26/2009 |
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Highly atmospheric, Axilea, and the images are powerful and almost menacing at times...and again soft; there's disillusion, too, with the state of things, the emptiness of lives.
Fine, fine writing.
John |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
10/26/2009 |
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Beautiful Axilea, simply beautiful.
hugs
fee |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
10/26/2009 |
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Another artistic achievement, Axilea.
I am in awe of your unique talent, as reflected
in these lines:
The theater of midnight
is set before my eyes
while the benevolent moon
with truthful reflection
cuts the deceitful hearts open
digs into the fleshlike earth
at the roots of the tree;
digging, in cool lenient light
Lovely, gene.
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser |
10/26/2009 |
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| This is stunning! |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
10/26/2009 |
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Axilea,
The blue light of night can bleed our emotions if we succumb to its cold ways. Always, Paul. |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
10/26/2009 |
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| Seeing intentions in a theatrical light...in a moon light...in a new light. Love-love the repetitive ending. --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
10/26/2009 |
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Wonderful poem, Axilea; I love the choice of words you used for this poem! Well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D |
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