|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|so heartbreaking, even in death...but rest assured that forgiveness and love permeate the aether...and are just waiting...|
|Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi
|Wasted scarred years---is from the heart of my heart, in this and in another context.
I know expertly the stony barrenness the poem's protagonist is facing, where she should be facing love; life. Just do not ask how.
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|So powerful and deep, you have written the soul of many in this outstanding poem, I hear you.
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|just one word needed....PROFOUND.....cheers...love n luck....BHUWAN!!!!!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A thoroughly captivating and soul-reaching creation, Mari. Thank you for sharing this powerful poetic offering. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
"And Time Weeps" is inspiring, touching and outstanding writing. This poem was poetized with words from the lexicon of a wise soul that passed the test of perseverance and become a winner of wisdom's city.
Healthy Long Creative Life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Powerfully penetrating write, Mari.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|outstanding poem! the depth of emotion and insight is captivating!
it reveals a sad scenario of indifferent motherly love ...
|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
This is beautiful in its nakedness! This stanza is especially
"I find myself crafting extinct
civilizations of barren meanings from the
silent words that poured from
your resolute rejection"
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Shattering write--and all too true. How can mothers do this to the young?
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*
|Reviewed by Monette Bebow-Reinhard (Reader)
|Stunningly beautiful, dripping with emotion, beyond this earthly realm. Thanks for sharing!
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
This is one of those writes that tear the hearts out..Leaves the senses bare of purpose.
I'm not at all sure how a Mother can give birth to a child and not love them.
Touching and powerful write Mari.
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*ģ
|Very powerful and moving.
From the moment we're born,
what we all want most
is to be loved.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|a stunningly powerful and excellent write Mari, this is a superb creation.
|Reviewed by A PAX
|A cry straight from the heart.............
with the need to go forward....
graceful and raw.........
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
This is about the best I have ever read
truly a masterpiece wating to be framed
a gem, a keeper
William ......Peace & Love
|Reviewed by Helen Downey
|A very moving piece! You have a great way with words.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This is awesome Mari! I had such a wonderful mother, it took me so long to understand how other mothers did not or could not love their children. There are many reasons, but I still have a hard time understanding it! Superbly written!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Would send it to my own mother but she is dead these days. Good.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Extremely heartwrenching and extremely powerful, Mari.|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Uh-oh... bells ringing BIG time here, Mari... my own mother lost hers at nine months old, was brought up until she was seven by an elderly and infirm grandmother while her older siblings were taken into the new marital home, which was only across the street. She went there only when she was later sick with diptheria - and then spread the sickness to the new baby who died... she was then probably pregnant when she married my father at a very young age, had four boys very close together, losing one at only 3 days' old... then my father had an accident on the family farm and became paranoid schizophrenic, alcoholic and fnally permanently hospitalised, leaving my mother to run the farm and bring up three rebellious young boys alone... then along came me (don't ask!! I have no idea...!!) What baggage, eh? Consequence - all that weight I have somehow taken onto my scrawny shoulders since I have been old enough to remember, emotionally sponging everything. Not that she would think that, of course - just is MY reality. No wonder I had an immune system that became aggressive towards me a number of years' ago and which, but for God, would have successfully put an end to all that family misery for me... I know that I am not alone in such things, and that many others could likewise cast their own stories into the ring here... but no wonder we write; no wonder we continue to pour forth in an effort to wash the slate clean of all that pain. God has already done much in my life to recreate bits that literally had died within me... but only when I began writing a year or so ago did I realise that there is still much that is yet withered - but not without hope. Be encouraged: because others choose to cease from going forward, it doesn't mean that we have to - or indeed that the way will be blocked for us forever. I truly believe that resolution will come - for all of us who never cease to go through the "cleansing" process. Sorry to splurge... in an effort to encourage and to say "thank you" rather than to indulge a lament. Bless you, I hope that catharsis continues and that you will soon find peace with your past.... LOL and prayers, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|As Such Is Life That Stopped Going Foward,i.e. Mothers Who Have Children Who Could Not Their Children Should Be Fixed...
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|This is so powerful. I'm in awe of this
outstanding write. Brava!
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|A very captivating write of a heart that is broken and left in the desert of her dreams.|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|Powerful and heartbreaking write, Mari. Some mothers cannot love their children because they weren't nurtured themselves. Others are fearful of loving what they know they will never possess. Still others, having known loss as a constant shadow, are fearful of showing love for the knowledge that they will lose again...|
|Reviewed by Steve Patterson
says it ALL
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
Definitely hit home with this terrific poetic write ... so exacting, so true - unfortunately, they're feet of clay. Outstanding!!