by Dawn Richerson
Friday, July 15, 2005
Not rated by the Author.
Print Save Become a Fan
Recent poems by Dawn Richerson
The Child That Was
In the Stone Circle, We Awoke
Thorn in Your Flesh
It Is a Miracle We Live
>> View all 791
Your unexpected attack fell sudden
as a woodsman’s axe. Swift, steady blows
failed to break my spirit, but split my mind
From places in my heart, where incisions
cut but could not sever, gushed forth strong,
equal streams, one of sadness, another
of pure hope.
I find my solace in continued flow,
acknowledge increased capacity
to live and breathe, to give, and to love you
all the more.
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|To love so deeply is the lesson to be
learned I suppose. It hurts so to be cut though.
|Reviewed by Mark Mahoney
|Love is blind they say, and impossible to stop...a very strong write this Dawn you captured so much in this, well done, take care...Mark x|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|invigorating, stimulating poetic expression how the depths of love continue to flow through you heart and soul ...|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I guess that's what unconditional love is all about, Dawn. Thank you. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|What a great use of words Dawn, this is an exceptional
force of energy flowing in this poem!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|That first attack always seems to shatter our dreams of a perfect person/relationship. The flip-side is one of realizing the human side of them and understanding that they trust you enough to allow you to know their imperfections. Excellent write.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Endearing, stimulating verse that captivates from the beginning word and lingers long past the last--exceptionally illustrated and written!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|ANother fine offering from you Dawn!!
|Reviewed by A. Keith Barton
|Nice simile "as a woodsman's axe." Love is a mixed bag sometimes; intense emotions that as you say "live and breathe" inside us; a visceral rendition.|