|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|Unpardon me but I relent it boldly;
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|as always, well said|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Stunning work Amor, as ever. So good to read you again.|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|An exquisite and refreshingly honest poem, with the vital essence of love's bonds ~
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|How great to see you back,Amor!!! Your poetry is superb,and I'm so glad to read it again. This one takes depth of thought to appreciate. Fine writing!
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
Yes it is without question we all do age..it's the way of the Universe, however, we can slow that process down, by living in each moment and embracing all that comes our way. I love the way you write, I have missed you very much..Welcome back dear man, keep on writing we need your golden words.
Much peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|*Amor* beautiful and sad thoughts on aging...yet
one might think much like a movie ending, but to
continue documented by life's credits well written!!!
|Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)
|Wonderfully written, Amor. Life is too short and we should live life to the fullest and make many more beautiful memories ...|
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|There will always be more to explore and expand on the enigma of TIME. Would that we could live but with the rise and setting of the sun, the moons winking flirtatious nature and awake to the next cycle without the fear and encroachment of our conditioning to that invention of TIME. You've managed to allow the reader to reach in through the evasive mercury-like delusion we live our lives with...TIME. Perhaps the phrase "Be Here Now" is our best shot of welcoming new iterations of the cycle with an embrace, rather than trepidation. Loved this exploration. Bravo!|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Embracing the pristine beauty of youth and love.
Well written Amor.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Some very deep and touching introspection here, Amor, laced with that agonising longing for a lost "other" - whether self or a loved one. In the melee of the rolling on of life and intervening years, so much of what we do is governed by those "pristine manners" which "matter" so much to the status quo so as to "take precedence over love". Perhaps it is easier that such be the case if we can readily access memories of all things hitherto being "as sensual as a blade of grass in the spring", but it is so much harder where memories are of long days which "shout out an unholy existance when I happen to arrive" instead: then does the encroaching black press in all the more heavily. This is a really felt poem which has been brought to fruition beautifully and the labour therein is tangible. So many of us can relate, I'm sure, but are determined to hang on to the "intermission-stage" of life for as long as we possibly can! Bless you, and so good to see you posting here again. xx|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Beautifully written and expressed. The fate of us all, tied up in the knot of time.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Is there any consolation in knowing that all living things share the same fate? I'm thinking the 'dreaded slide' you bemoan may have a golden lining, though, for those who choose to 'see' beyond the corporeal into the light of the Creator's Truth. I have never looked at: "a blade of grass in the spring" as being sensual, poet- but it's an effective metaphor (IMO) for the tender beauty of youth. A richly threaded insight. The melancholy introspection is palpable. Stand strong! richard|
|Reviewed by Asa Seeley
|i am just emerging from the devasting effects of that first 'true' love that has gone bad. i have a beautiful little girl that i miss much. so right now i am looking forward to looking back as the years pass. thanks for sharing.
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|This is awesome, Amor! You've so captured the essence of aging... wondering where the years have gone...life slips by and before we know it we're at this age and wondering how it got by without us truly noticing it! Wonderfully crafted poetry!
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You words express a universal and timeless theme of this life/world, Amor. Very apt, timely, and meaningful. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|This is not a light poem...carcass of a beautiful youth, do not wish to visualize this, I'd rather the crazed sky. There are plenty more scenes, many more lines before the credits roll through the sad song. Very good poem. ~ Morgan|