|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Concur with Regis, raises memories of emotion and ghosts from our own lives - could see the acres of hardwood in my life and smell Murphy (oil soap) - they say smell is the most powerful of senses - a certain odor will snap a memory like a photograph - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You unique style shines and provokes thought and arouses emotion, Donna. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
Always an original voice and with unique insight; wonderfully imaged and delivered with conviction. I love this poem.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Rattling bones and cold shivers, sprinkled with children's daytime laughter and nighttime tears...stunning.
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Excellent poem,take care
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Sheltered childhood living furniture psychology - don't mar your chastity, don't make the bed springs squeak, no blemishes, good girls don't...varnished interior as well as exterior...birthed asexual scratched vaginal with forbidden fingernails polished with the perfection of acres of vanilla hardwood...so many ways to interpret furniture and the psychology of lamination...clear overcoat finish, Donna...I do love the way you write these poems...very structured and unique...heartfelt always...be well.
|Reviewed by A PAX
|oh this is a bit mysterious to me....is this lovely poem with such visual images about an elderly lady and her memories??? Hmmm, I wonder, pax A|