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| Reviewed by Kathy Armijo |
11/21/2011 |
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| While your poem speaks of a particular place and time, I have internalized this as my life. The beauty of what was and the desire to have this peaceful beauty return to my life. You have given this heart much to consider, but still find peace and beauty if what was. Thank you for this poem. It means more to me than mere words can convey. God bless you. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
11/16/2011 |
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| This seems to come from an overflow of the heart and soul, Cryssa, and, as Charlie says, seems profoundly earnest and sincere. The repeats of "red rims" makes me think of sleeplessness and tear-stained eyes which seems to be the prevailing mood here. Very strong images back up the emotion and the exclamation mark at the end is very well-earned. So lovely to read you again and thank you for your generosity of comment on my own pages. xx |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
11/16/2011 |
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A beautifully flowing contemplative poem with absolutely luscious sonic elements!
Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
11/15/2011 |
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Wonderful writing, Cryssa; so good to see you here again! Welcome home; I've missed you! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
11/15/2011 |
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Overflowing with musicality, and something more--genuine earnestness. It's positively beautiful, Cryss, and I think, publishable. You should send it off in quest of print.
Fly, little poem, fly... --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
11/14/2011 |
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| such a loss of beauty--your writing, however, lovely |
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