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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
11/23/2009 |
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After reading this part, the first two poems feel like vital journeys to get here. This one feels like clear vision and a decided goal. Excellent work.
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Melba May |
11/20/2009 |
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Wow! Axilea, that poem, is full of depth, and it is as though you have risen above our earths third dimension.
That was a great poem! |
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| Reviewed by David Hightower |
11/11/2009 |
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Axilea - Excellent addition to your Dimensions of Light series. Especially liked the analogy to Siddhartha and his enlightenment in:
rested underneath my tree
I wake up to redefine
my path on a parchment of living
skin scrubbed and scoured
for rewriting --
and the zenlike:
meaning that was somewhere lost
is to be found there
meaning that was hard to find
as it was never hidden.
Enjoyed. - David
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
11/3/2009 |
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| Spiritual, beautiful...so well written, Axilea. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
11/2/2009 |
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love the form you have chosen for this stream of consciousness, Axilea. The short lines are so visual and the breadth of your mind's travels makes me think of the borderless, bleeding (in the sense of no margins) of a surreal Dali canvas. As Charlie suggests, this is like spiritual breathing, like driven snow that is fresh with every new fall... and the word "palimpsest" came to my mind (which I love as being so robust and plummy in the mouth!) - the re-painting over a blanked-out older canvas where sometimes strokes of the original work still show through:
painted surfaces have faded
depth absorbs all colors
and all sounds combine
into the whiteness of silence
that comes alive in me --
meaning that was somewhere lost
is to be found there
meaning that was hard to find
as it was never hidden.
Beautifully layered work. xx |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
11/1/2009 |
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...such beauty as was never seen, as it was never written...
88 keys,
in black or white
touched in an infinite number of sequences...
and yet this too is music
born of words, their sounds, meanings,
and something spiritually BREATHING.
--Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
11/1/2009 |
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Stunning and leaves the reader with a sense of wow...should I clap or stand and cry for an ovation...well done Axilea.
hugs
fee |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
11/1/2009 |
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In plain sight...
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
11/1/2009 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/30/2009 |
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A captivating poem worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you for sharing your perspectives, Axilea; such substance for reflection. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
10/30/2009 |
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Great Dimension series! This one progresses to beyond rudimentary. This indulges our interest in the exactness of what is visible on the top surface of our soul, and that it is indeed inspiring, Axilea, when we revive our alive...it's like those trick pens that have that magic disappearing ink, but we know it isn't hidden in the vapor trail...I'm convinced this could be your narrator's last planetary camp before descending to Earth...the core of infinity says it so...
Love,
Sage |
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