|Reviewed by jude forese
|your poem eloquently explores the ramifications and aftermath of war's effect on the personal level ... great write ...|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|This poem burns like the stab of a bayonet in my heart, Lisa. I can feel the gut wrenching terror that won't go away and the enemy that is the night. How does one shift gears and return to their old "normal" life after paying witness to war and destruction, random bombings, suicide bombings, wedding and school bombings...it is a life we would never have known living here, yet it is a daily reality in a place not so very far away. How does he close his eyes and pretend that things can ever again be the same? You peered into the soul of the soldier, Lisa, and you wrote his heart and soul. Excellent poetry!
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Stunning, heart touching write!
love and peace, Carole
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|As always well done!!
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|A most exceptional write, stunning, deeply touching,
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Lisa you wring out every emotion when I read your poems, and afterwards I have to take a break to collect myself. The military owes you a debt of gratitude! If there is any justice your book will be a best-seller!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Really got into this one, it ""spoke" to me, as they are wont to say. We who have never laced up military boots and tread on foreign soil to kill or be killed will never understand the mindset of these defenders of America. We can try. We can write our poetry, like this excellent one, and hope that we can portray some of the turmoil and special feelings these homegrown heroes have to deal with on a daily basis. I thought of my Uncle Mac as I read this. A survivor (if you want to call it surviving) of the Bataan Death March in WWII. Came home wrecked. Died that way. You book is going to be fantastic, Lisa.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Teardrops haunt the memory from this write that you have given to us a glimpse of this man's hell but also the hope of his women's love that never waivers or if it does always returns to hold him close.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Such strong emotion; such strong imagery; such compelling writing! The reader is absorbed by your poetry, effectively, stunningly penned; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.