by Deborah Russell
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
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Touch the stars
I give way to substance
the poem that delights the eye,
I linger on the full-flavor
Never will a poem touch
the mind in such a way
Love flames do not deceive me;
(wine pours in endless streams)
Like the first suffering,
I accept and breathe
Don't stop to think, but drink
from the sacred cup; the prisms
of light, the heavens , the moon,
and November's harvest
Deborah Russell © 2000
Image: Flower Girl, D Russell, 06
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|Reviewed by Art Sun
|A most expressive and very well displayed view of thoughts on the touching of a poem upon the mind....very nice...
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
I know I won't be disappointed whenever I click on your name to read your wonderful poems. You alays amaze me with the wonderments of your choice of words.
Wonderful write indeed!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|gently said (written)
love the feelings here, nice picture as well
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|"I give way to substance. . ." Snagged me right there! Held me in a
trance, and I am still there. Keep 'em coming!! 'Pea' <3
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Take the bounty before you and take it with a wry smile . . . I feel that you do this . . .|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|It takes courage to live and you do it so well within this write :-)|