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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
8/9/2009 |
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The absence of context is something very interesting, especially when the focus is on that particular moment and feeling that suspends all the rest, isolates the soul from the outside world. Those words suspended in the air feel like entities that are ready to threaten and kill.
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace |
7/29/2009 |
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| Wowww..this is great writing sweet lady.....and so true..well done..I certainly hope you are doing OK...miss your writing....keep smiling ..Hugss |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
7/2/2009 |
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Truth in this write. I agree that forgiven does not mean forgotten..been there done that. Great job.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/13/2009 |
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I understand what you express so effectively via your verses here, Dawn. In one of my "poem," I have compared words to shrapnel. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Bernice Angoh |
6/12/2009 |
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| Beautiful description of holding in resentments...they are better said when they need to be and not long after. That's not usually the case though. |
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| Reviewed by . . |
6/11/2009 |
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At first we live far from an edge of a cliff when engage conflict. Times has cliff erode so is nearer to fall. Love must be long way from cliff. Love break, ground break. Love fall over cliff. Not love, only hope it was love.
Such expense does occur. Yet solitary from love is good company when not real love. Then answer to mistake happens. We recognize all faults. Then we move on with clear heart, |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
6/11/2009 |
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You touch a nerve here, dear Dawn, that I am convinced everyone can relate to. I know that i still reap, at times, the ugliness that was planted in me in my life. It doesn't ever seem to go away entirely. you just end up becoming numb to it and carry on.
Blessings ... |
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| Reviewed by L Hippler |
6/10/2009 |
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| Well done again, Dawn. A whole story in a few words. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
6/10/2009 |
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| sometimes the full affect of words take time to realize their total effect ... well done, Dawn ... |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
6/10/2009 |
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| WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!! 'They were followed by silent tears...when all was eventually forgiven-but sadly not forgotten'--------EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson |
6/9/2009 |
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This piece has more impact in such a short space than an entire book
written on the frailty and strength in life...your work is powerful, yet soft in a easy way...much like a whisper sometimes...well done Dawn...your writing soars.
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
6/9/2009 |
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Dawn,
It's true, forgiveness is divine and maybe it's so because forgetting is almost impossible; if only we had an eraser for such moments but that would be cheating; all experiences, positive and painful are part of our struggle and make-up, the living of life itself.
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
6/9/2009 |
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| Can feel this emotional fissure and frisson vividly, Dawn. The tipping point reached and not able to be recovered, like stepping off the ledge of a cliff into thin air. Permafrost will endure over the site of such a crack in both emotions and relationship. It's at this point that something inside dies. You are, as I repeatedly say, an acute poetic psychological surgeon, stripping bone from marrow of the psyche. xx |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
6/9/2009 |
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Dawn, much hurt bleeds in this poem,,,and how do we forget what can't be erased from the brain, pains of the heart indeed. great write as always.
Christine |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
6/9/2009 |
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Outstanding metaphor Dawn! This is a perfect capture
of an explosive arguement,that can't be forgotten! Kudo's!
ET |
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| Reviewed by Bill Broome |
6/9/2009 |
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I add my plaudit and assure you that acopy of this poem will be tacked to my mirror from this day forth. Absolutely fine writing. - Bill
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| Reviewed by L. Figgins |
6/9/2009 |
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Ouch! I sometimes have the "sting of the scorpion". Usually when my thoughts arn't expressed and held-in until they explode. Yes, words can injure beyond forgetting, but forgiveness is a must or else we wound ourselves with bitterness. Bonnie Rhaitt didn't call it 'Sweet Forgiveness' for nothing. Very fine write, Dawn!
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
6/9/2009 |
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| Well said, Dawn. Your poem makes one think how wonderful language actually is--but how hurtful it can be. An apology can never undo a careless word--perhaps it will ease the tension, but like you said, "but sadly not forgotten." |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
6/9/2009 |
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There is a fragility to much of your fine writing, Dawn, that is
moving and memorable. I suppose "I'm sorry" are two of the most
over-used words in the language. I'm reminded of that scene in
A Thousand Clowns where Jason Robards explains to Barbara Harris
that he stood on a corner in Manhattan repeating I'M Sorry over
and over. And, he said, most of the people passing by forgave him.
Which of course has nothing to do with your wonderful poem. -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Carin' Spirit |
6/9/2009 |
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| This is so true, three words so often unused 'I am sorry'. When there is not an explanation offered with it, the words do not carry the message of sincerity. Thank you for sharing, this says so much in so few words. Be Well, Carin |
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| Reviewed by Stan Law |
6/9/2009 |
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Time is kind, it takes care of unwanted memories.
s |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
6/9/2009 |
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Much has been written about the need to apologize when we have hurt another. But I think there is little admittance to the damage that occurs when an apology is not accepted.
The words of this poem touched me deeply as I struggle, 2 years later, with a friendship that died because of such an instance...and sadly there is still an unaccepted apology that hangs in the air. There is no resolution and it is difficult to heal that hole in my heart for that reason. Eventually...eventually... maybe that healing will come. I can only hope...
Cryssa
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
6/9/2009 |
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well expressed
thoughts of unsoken words
with tears to prove
they were there
Love & Peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
6/9/2009 |
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Dawn, very stong writing... well done! The secret of course is to be able to forgive and forget, easier said than done.
Cheers,
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
6/9/2009 |
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| Well penned. I think that hurtful words and like sticks and stones, and a weak apology is s______ which sticks to the bottom of ones shoe. Seems that no matter how hard you try to scrape it off it just wants to cling til you put on a lot of miles. Keep looking up, J'nia |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
6/9/2009 |
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They hung there momentarily as though
suspended in midair –
then stabbed like a dagger to the heart –
Words can truly be powerful, as are these.
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| Reviewed by The Bear Paw |
6/9/2009 |
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Hi Dawn, Sorry fixes nothing, and you pen this "soul" well. Thank you for sharing this.... stay strong...
In Spirit,
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
6/9/2009 |
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Powerfully penned, no wasted words here to get the message across - well done, Dawn.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. |
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| Reviewed by Ed J. |
6/9/2009 |
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Once again you have wonderfully captured a moment. It is so true that once spoken words cannot be withdrawn and the damage may well be permanent.
Stay well and keep writing
Ed |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/9/2009 |
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Dawn this so perfectly captures the feelings, emotions and down right pain that one of these lover's or once were lover's quarrels create.I could actually feel my stomach tied up in knots and the heavy sadness weighing on me. Very well done.
hugs
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
6/9/2009 |
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| isn't that how it goes so often! a good reminder- |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
6/9/2009 |
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Some words can be never be forgotten by our heart, because they weren't spoken but branded with the white hot iron of the will to hurt.
Sorry can't be, ever, the ointment to alleviate the burning pain.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
6/9/2009 |
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I sometimes find it easier to forget than forgive; but I know I have to. Have been through some spit in my life that still cause me pain years later, but I've since forgiven those who've hurt me in the past. I've done my part; now it's their turn, to apologize to ME for the pain they've caused; I'm not carrying that extra junk with me anymore!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Great write! |
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
6/9/2009 |
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Excellent poem,great work,take care
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
6/9/2009 |
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| I agree with Dallas ccomments |
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| Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary |
6/8/2009 |
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| It is much easier to forgive, than to forget. Such pain takes a long time to heal. Nicely portrayed, Dawn! |
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