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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
1/26/2008 |
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AH... This photo is gorgeous! The poem is wonderful too. There is never enough time for hugging sons (and daughters). I think I will go do that now. :~)
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| Reviewed by Regina Pounds |
6/3/2007 |
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Theresa, the photo is stunningly beautiful...a tribute to Nature's glory, and your plea is so apropos...one can relate. The older one gets the faster daytime slips away...I hope your Sandman heeds you.
Love,
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
6/3/2007 |
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| The stunning photography so illustrates the sense of "losing battle" we have with Sandman when he becomes insistent! I marvel at those busy, busy people who seem to have at least 48 hours to my feeble 24, and I usually stagger to my bed without the least shred of resistance left in me at the end of 19 hours... But, what do I do with my allotted time? Whatever, never enough spent "hugging sons", that's for certain sure. Nice strong rhythm to your verses here, Theresa. Pleased to meet you and to read about your fascinating life. I look forward to more. TY Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
6/3/2007 |
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Sometimes I wish for sleep, but your poem begs reality. Simple and lovely, a metaphor for the time we have left.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
6/1/2007 |
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This is a superb poem TJ that truly moves the emotions! The pboto has to be one of the best I've ever seen with the glimmer you captured on the water and behind the trees,with such clarity! To me an award winner!
Love,
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
6/1/2007 |
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Stunning work...seems like we looked at the same nightsky....a sepia beauty!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
6/1/2007 |
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love this lulubye
can feel you just a singing and rocking your little ones as they fall off to sleep...enjoyed the thoughts |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
6/1/2007 |
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| Quite captivating, Theresa, as is that photo. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
5/31/2007 |
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A wonderful and peaceful photograpy, so serene! The sandman cometh, enjoyed.
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson |
5/31/2007 |
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We have to have our rest though..
Love the write and picture Theresa... |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/31/2007 |
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Theresa this is lovely, I must say I love the style, the subject, the imagery and the graphic. It is a definate keeper.
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/31/2007 |
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Beautiful image and poetry, Theresa, well done!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Gloria Gay |
5/31/2007 |
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| Lovely and original. You are right when you say the days get shorter and what a wonderful way you have of expressing it. |
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| Reviewed by Ruth Rey |
5/31/2007 |
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From your mouth to the Sandman's ears! Lovely poem.
Wee nitpick: third stanza - grown too short (one o missing)
Sunnies,
Deborah
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
5/31/2007 |
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Nicely done, Theresa. I appreciate the symbolic metaphor and your photo nicely complements your verses. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
5/31/2007 |
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| Some people are blessed with a long life and others yearn for it so that they may savor the good God has brought to them. |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
5/31/2007 |
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Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives...Sandman Stand to the Side is a special reminder to use our time wisely and get the most out of each day. When one is with Nature, one is Whole. Another reflection in the cathartic waters of life each day and we take a moment of silence to absorb what has been created for us all in the diversity of life...be well, Theresa...Blessed Be.
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
5/31/2007 |
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| I Really love the poem Theresa, just this morning I was thinking about how much time we spend sleeping, when time is slipping away. Beautiful work. |
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