|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|I experienced that same feeling when stepping onto the Hill of Tara in Ireland..the ancients whispering, breaking their long silence. It's eerie...great write...
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|I can see this poem extended into a longer story...good write!
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|This is wonderful...the style, the imagery.|
|Reviewed by Charlie
|This is quiet-- reflective beauty... Maybe there are aura scents that never really disappear... and spiritual dogs that read them. Or, for one day, to turn to stone, and to give voice to the rocks that have been there a little longer than forever-- I'd love to be there to memorize their stories... yet, with the ents taking a day to say a few paragraphs, and them being alive and all-- I wonder how long it'd take those boulders to say "hello"... just wondering --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Wonderful writing sweet man...take care OK..Hugss|
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Amazing Stan... 'flake of flint'.. I love that image!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I could almost feel the same feeling of wonder lust as I read this. To stand anywhere on this planet and hold and feel relics of life that was hundreds of years before us is facinating to say the very least.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Haunting - the ghosts of the past linger in these lines - well done, Stan.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|everything a shadowland. . .
reading the nuances and the nooks and crannies of where not only you have been, but you you may already have been, thus the shadow may be your own. .. .
whispering to, me/chanting stories of the past
the flake of flint I held [you are he]
even you say 'I whispereed back'. ... whispers upon whisperers. ..
mon dieu. .. . enchanted beauty.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Wonderful, Stan. I love the writing style, the content, and--I wish
I had written it. Gene (who once lived on the banks of the Ohio)
|Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier
|I can see and feel the ghost of the land...Great read|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|You are a master of imagery! I can see you standing there...a piece of flint in your hand as you slowly shake your head...looking up and searching, searching the sky...and wishing they were there.