|Reviewed by Joyce Hale
|Loneliness can become a companion be convincing her to change her name to alone. We can be alone without being lonely. A beautiful write, Bobbi. Peace. Joyce|
|Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
|"...that time when the past becomes the present, and we have a future." What *great* lines! I'm very impressed.|
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|Hey Bobbi, I can relate, writing helped save me in wee hours. Of course the loneliness always lurks at times, but I'm a loner anyway. Great reflective poeming|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Passionate and lovely.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Great offering Bobbi...thanks for sharing!!
|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|Great job. I loved the feeling of this. ;) Silver|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|But tomorrow is right now....|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Bobbi, it is amazing how many poets find sleep so elusive and the hours between 2 am to 6 am so much the worst. Luckily our muses seem to always be at hand at those times to inspire us, goad us and keep us company till the sandman or woman is finally ready for us. Great write Bobbi.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
It's four in the morning, and look what I'm doing, enjoying your lovely words. I love this one--many beautiful lines, my favorite
"....a select forgetfulness
of the pleasure of passion's whispers
tingling on my skin...."
WOW. THAT woke me up--thank you. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|I came here to cool off, Bobbi! Look at what you wrote--->"of the thrill of fingertips and lips exploring me, of sighs that shout"
I'll be back! What are your sighs shouting, Bobbi?