|Reviewed by Dark Knight
|Romantic poetry at its best|
|Reviewed by D. Vegas
|Beautifully layed out as only you 'Belle' can write!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|upon following the steps to this poem i am reminded about the wonders of the last dance and the realization it should last forever ...|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A memory truly worth treasuring.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Awwww, why is it we can never see what is around the bend until it smacks us in the face when it is too late? We all need to grab life and ride the wave as if it were the last and never let go...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Angel Whisperings in Your verse!!
~La Belle Rouge~
Stop and Listen to these words
of wisdom...we must, for a life
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|you never see the "moments" coming;maybe you have to try to bring the best pieces out of everything.....Morgan|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This poem is bittersweet for it so brings to mind that we have to treat every moment as if it were our last and yet...to know and enjoy that kind of love, I can't see a wheelchair stopping it
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|time stamps out our lives in incessant increments we hardly even notice -- a second at a time -- until the minutes, hours, days and decades have flown away in an irretrievable flight of sunsets -- guard each moment and spend it wisely --"if I had only known that much too soon" -- here and now are all we really know -- whatever happened to forever? -- Belle you sent a lightning bolt of icy sentiment through me with this beauty -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|As always pure loveliness from your pen. GOD BLESS YOU, sweet lady.
|Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks
|"floating on a sea of pleasant abandonment"
Loved this line, loved the poem, loved the sentiment and expression.
|Reviewed by James Johnston
|Having read all the reviews, I feel a need to publish my reaction to this poignant reminder of my earlier non-dancing days. Never dreaming that one day I would be ensconced in a wheel chair, residing in an independent living establishment, I passed up many opportunities to dance the night away. I lost out on dancing, mainly because I was a guitar player in a Western band and was unable to dance and play music at the same time. What a dilemma! Looking back, after reading your treatise, I should have chosen DANCING, followed by a perfect union of our hearts and bodies with Eros. Aaah, the disastrous road I chose! Blessings, La Belle Rouge, Jim.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Sad but meaningful and compelling, Belle. Thank you for sharing and for the reminder to enjoy every moment. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Richard King
|There is a lesson here, we should all heed. There is no slowing down time, but enjoying it enthusiastically during it's passing leaves much less room for regret.
Nicely stated, thanks Belle, Dick
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|This is so bittersweet, Belle. Yes I sometimes feel off balance and wonder if it is from being tired or maturing...
Much peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|People don't think that it could be the last dance, you have placed a wonderful message in here La Belle. Great writing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|So wistfully tragic. I am immediately reminded of the Donna Summer song. I'm sure this is a real event from your life. If not, forgive me, because it is too real for so many, including my parents–my father was a great dancer–made my mother jealous every time he danced with another woman. He is gone and she uses a walker.
It is also reminiscent for me. That time, long ago, when my twin brother invited my girlfriend, Jeanie, and I to a roadhouse where the band could play anything. The place was so crowded and I could hardly stand. A friend offered me a stool and was upset when I refused, not knowing that it would be very difficult for me to balance on the stool without falling off.
Jeanie requested, “Lady in Red,” and we tried to dance on a dance floor so crowded there wasn't room. She always held me up at times like this and made me look good, we often got the “clap,” when dancing alone in clubs. Somehow, while being in a perpetual fall, I danced better than I walked. As I recall, that was my last dance.
Jeanie keeps asking me to sign her up for “America's Got Talent.” She needs a video and is working on it. She still dances whenever she gets the chance. I do a bad wheelchair boogie.
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This is radiant, what saves everything is the connection.
Beautiful writing and so tender and personal, slicing right through to the truth of love.
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|"If I had only known that much too soon
walkers and wheel chairs were waiting,"
Beautiful sentiments knowing it is the fate of us all.....
If we live long enough.