|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Simple in its rendering, profound in its impact. Seldom, sadly, do most consider the implications of subtle scratches on the iris of time. Like the crystal protecting one's watch face, the unpredictability of wear and tear, like a feather falling, must be embraced as a lesson, just as all interruptions of flow are designed to teach. I thoroughly enjoyed this folding of metaphor upon metaphor. Thank you for sharing your insight.|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Powerful and highly symbolic imagery. A poem that makes one think, with a "what if?"...
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|IT IS UNDERSTOOD, AND RIGHTFULLY SO...'A BURNT CHILD, DREDS FIRE...' BUT, GOD HAS NOT BROUGHT ONE THROUGH SO MUCH...TO SUDDENLY ABANDON THEM. ONE MUST HAVE FAITH, SO YES...DESPITE THE FEAR OF TUMBLING, 'SOAR'...AGAIN. USUALLY, WE ARE STRONGER THAN WE THINK AND HOPEFULLY...WISER. THANKS FOR SHARING THIS METAPHOR WITH GREAT IMAGERY AND REALISTIC MEANING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE *HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Symbolically meaningful and thought-awakening verses, Morgan. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by John Domino
|A very moving poem! Bravo!|
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|a feather were to detach
midair in this cloudless simple sky
and fear tumbled to the sea
I like these lines. Laurel
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|That feather is walking on thin water. Fear spreads faster than good news.
Another top and unique rendition.
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|A dynamic piece of masterful art, Morgan ~|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Let's hope, someday, that happens for all of us. Struggling with fear can [surely] stultify a persons dreams and endeavors. Good message, MM, with in force images. peace... r|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|fear tumbles to the sea where it is devoured by its own flight ...
excellent poem ...
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|fear is a gravitational force while faith is elevational. A feather can have no fear as long as it inhabits its natural domain of air, but can it walk on water?! :)) Makes me think of Icarus and falling angels... and of love which draws us always towards the sun. I like how you cause our thoughts to tumble in this questioning and questing write, Morgan. xx|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|it's such a delicate balance really,
what works for us and what doesn't
and so easy, too easy perhaps, to doubt
ourselves; i love this picture of the shore,
rough and real and scattered, not one of
those perfectly manicured white sand beaches.
Strong worthwhile poem, Morgan.
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|It is wonderful to see you posting again! Your bittersweet poem is a good example of letting go of our problems and being cleansed in water to start over once again. Words of wisdom written very well indeed! I Enjoyed this.
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Hello Stranger. Good to see you. What a sweet/sour poem you gave us this morning. Hope everything is going okay with you these days.|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Perhaps a rumble in the "Tumble"
but, words of wisdom are what I read
in your poem!!
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Morgan, first this photo looks very familiar...secondly, it is so good to read you again.
Fear should tumble into the sea leaving one with a renewed energy of hope and joy...Wonderful poetry and please do not go away for so long, I have missed you my dear friend....:)
Peace, love and light,