|Reviewed by Kathy Anderson
|So sweet. This has a lovely flow of words as well.|
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Light-hearted and romantic...yes, adorable!
|Reviewed by lili dauphin
|C'est absolument adorable. Beautiful.|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Beautiful writing just like the man who wrote this ...stay safe and well...Hugsss|
|Reviewed by Regis Schilken
|Very nice "Pantoufles" from one Regis to the other.|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by The Poetess
|Very creative. . . I too, hope she returns to you.|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Another great offering Dear brother...Pantoufles is also Spanish for slippers except it is spelled pantuflas. Happy holidays to you and yours.|
|Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald
|Ahhh how sweet this is. I loved it Regis
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Relief indeed! Of course at my house the pantoufles are puppy bait. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
Wonderful love poem, may your love return forever.
|Reviewed by Don Juan Amante
|may she return to fill them soon, much enjoyed this nostalgic pen.|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Adorable write, Regis!!!!! Enjoyed ...great phrasing....
|Reviewed by Stephanie Webb
|I Love this Regis. Thanks for all of your kind words. You are one of the best writers ever!
Thanks for all of your enjoyable work!
|Reviewed by Rafika Anderson
|I always love your work, my friend. Your writing is so colorful and meaty with emotion, from the heartfelt detente through the inevitable dénoument. This piece really moved me and reminded me of my own poem "Catfish." Hope you are enjoying a joyous season and keeping warm.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Eclatant...I think that's French for brilliant, Regis,
this of course this is. Especially the closing lines.
|Reviewed by Kenny Moon
|Regis, I like those house slippers.
The Chinese slip into them when they get home, but back home we wandered over the house in our outdoor shoes, even big mucky boots ... we know better now!
May there always be a lady's pantoufles by your door!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Sweet. Butterflies seem to always make life better. Beautiful. Liz|
|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
|Ahh Regis, this is such a sweet poem "flittering and fluttering" like the teasing of the buterfly who never quite promises to return. Just what I needed on this cold, damp evening.
|Reviewed by Jeffenise Robertson
|Regis this is so sweet. I love how you used pantoufles to share with us how insignificant objects can mean so much. We would never know how significant they are unless we're told, and you said it well.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|ahhhh such sweet poetry, Reg! makes me feel warm all over;-)I love it!Great new pic,too(on bio page)
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|If she's left something behind to stay
You know what they say
She plan's on coming back your way.
Very tender and soft.
|Reviewed by Inspire Hope
|Beautifully written Regis and heartfelt too!
I found this very interesting....what creativity1
May the Lord strengthen and bless you and your
family Regis! Thank you for sharing and having
such a caring heart!
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Her feet will come home again! Touching poem Regis.|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|SHE'S NOT FICKLE...SHE JUST 'FLITTERS'...IN AND OUT...AND YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ALL OVER. WELL, ALL I CAN SAY IS, I HOPE YOU HAVE 'ASSUMED' CORRECTLY AND INDEED SHE WILL RETURN...SOONER OR LATER, ANYWAY. KINDA SAD. THANKS FOR SHARING AND MUCH BLESSINGS, LOVE & FAITH... JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|... ach, achingly delightful, Regis: light, bright and candy-cotton sweetness. And yes, "pantoufles" does indeed say it all! Cherry blossom drifts softly on the spring breeze of the heart here. xx|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|I like the intensity of the love in this piece, Regis. Like an addict...as we often are in the beginning. The longing in this poem is tangible. Excellent writing. Love and Hugs,
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Reviewed by karen logan
|Regis, Very moving. I felt your hearts desire as I read. Nicely done.
Picture perfect thoughts. Love and light, Karen
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a lovely poem to slip into ...|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|enjoyable write Regis
Slippers look like the ones, My dear Mothers
used to wag me with, when she couldn't get to the broom
Peace be with you
|Reviewed by Daniel Keith
|Beautiful poem Regis. I pray the Lord will bring your one true love back to you. May God bless you every day of your life.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Leave me in the pink.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|Surely she will return if she leaves behind her pretty pink pantoufles (I love the French word for slippers). "your going leaves me light-headed and aching inside fleetingly lost" is such a poignant stanza and is deeply felt. Always wonderful. ~Hugs and love, Elizabeth
|Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe
|So very sweet and romantic. :)|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Adorable poem, mon ami!
(((HUGS)))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Light as a feather..romance dances~|
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|so beautiful...so very lovely..romance is in the air..best wisjes Regis.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Enjoyed the romance. xxx|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Such sweet romance, Reg. I really enjoyed this read. There is a soft sigh in each stanza.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Reegis, beautifully written and a marvelous message in an analogy. "you left behind promises, in your pretty pink pantoufles". "your brief presence lingers in your sweet scent" is a creative stroke to envy my dear friend. I bid you love and peace. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Very close to German, in that Pantoffeln is the word for slippers. Excellent poetry Regis. This is a keeper.|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|your words are so tenderly expressive to my heart Regis
your softness of love is carresive in each line
you are a garden of romance
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
I just love the sound of the word Pantoufles...but, for her to leave these behind, is key, one never leave behind their pantoufles..especially pink ones. Lovely romantic poetry, your heart sings in this one.
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Steve email@example.com
|I read it twice, delightful.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Beautifully done, Regis.|
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Ohhhh soooo sweet and what a nice promise too, STUPENDOUS Regis. Thank you, Dick|
|Reviewed by Lew Duffey
|A wonderful love sonnet.
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Charming, fresh and tender ~
I hope she comes back for her slippers and so much more...
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|sweet and endearing, romantic...........~Morgan|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|I enjoyed this poem very much, Regis.
|Reviewed by Maryvonne Chartrand (Reader)
|That is more than beautiful Reg! I so enjoyed it!!|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Truly a touching poem as it leaves the reader with their heart that now flutters as the words are so divine bravo!
|Reviewed by John Bidwell
|Wonderful, and it creates such a blessed moment with that glance at the slippers. I love good moments like that.
|Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo
|You poem has a nice smooth flow and then toward the end it becomes slightly catchy. That does not ruin the poem's flow as I would have thought, but actually gives it an extra punch; I mean that in a good way. :)
Very nicely written. Has much emotion and great descriptive, vivid imagery throughout. I really enjoyed it!
I was going to ask you why you have a picture of a pair of slippers to go along with the poem but then I noticed on the bottom of the page you let readers know that pantoufles is a French word for slippers, so then it made sense.
Also, you are right on the money when you say "Inamimate objects can be powerfully symbolic..."
Now I am not sure if it is a typo or not but I want to point it out:
"you fly into my self" --> I would think it should say - you fly into myself
Thanks for sharing and please keep on writing.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Hey, if they fit, wear them, they look like they'd be warm...e|
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
|If you were a Frencyh-Canadian kid growing up like me, the memories cascade out....your poem puts an adult spin on them....