|Reviewed by Suzie Palmer
|Multi-layered poem like the layers of our minds... and, the ever-present conscience that never switches off...
Such a great write Dear Jerry... Poems that tell real life stories are so captivating, of which you are a master!! xox :-)
|Reviewed by jude forese
|powewrful poem that has all the elements of a confessional ...|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Guess we never know what 'really' goes on behind closed doors!!! Nicely done, Jerry....very intense!
|Reviewed by * Starman * *
|Whoa, Jerry. I like it. Spicy, wearing your skin like a shirt. Provactive questions. Afraid you nabbed me on this one.
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|this gives me the chills, shutters closed during the day are creepy aren't they? This is a great read with eeriness.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Not going to tell you of my nights, they are all personal...;-)e|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Profound soul speak, a poem of depth that resonates within so many of us I'm sure!
|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|This poem holds intimate seclusion, familiarity, and care of a layered nature. I like its gentleness and concern, the privacy of revealing true human soul that contains desire to know 'another' and the outreach of invitation. Very effective 'book end' application of the "tell me of your shuttered nights..." I like that very much. I can see curtains pulling closed and 'real' selves coming out in response to an invitation to do that. This poem houses the human asset of 'caring,' ("...tell me of that old wound which has festered since the tenth grade...) Nice line divisions to create the flavor of the read.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Thus, the superb writer is revealed. One who gets into life and digs out its essence, it's spoiled remains from pristine beginning gone bad.
Makes me think of all the shuttered and curtain houses in all the suburban neighborhoods where all the secrets lie fomenting evil acts yet to come.
I'm anticipating the novel…
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Shutters to open and close at the appropriate
time so filled with emotions to "smile or lie"
behind...rich with your depth *Jerry*
|Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)
|If only it was as simple as turning off that switch, Jerry ... But our past is a part of us. What didn't kill us, only made us stronger. Awesome poetry!|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|We are all products of our often painful pasts yet it is they that make us what we are today. There is a resounding truth in your cogent thinking here, Jerry, that is both haunting and strangely reassuring: unless we have been blessed to receive inner healings at a very deep level, we have ghosts lurking perhaps even within our own personal and private "happiest" moments; on the other hand, it is often the solitude of being totally alone and isolated within old pains that renders body, mind and spirit deathly cold. It's nice to know our "conscience" is there to know and understand the truth - and to share it with us. Another piercingly perceptive and right-between-the-eyes write. xx|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Like Amber’s review said this is a deep moving write as I remember many shattered nights that sure shattered my heart once, well done and told poetry as always Laura
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
Deeply moving poetry, with a sense of eeriness to it. Our conscience will always be there with us, hopefully, to guide us and make us choose the right options for our lives.
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|A remarkable poem! The conscience...oooh that old thing that follows us around and steps out when we think we are all alone safe and secure within our shuttered rooms and mind explorations...Our thoughts can run anywhere...and do, but it is the conscience that (usually) keeps us from the more extreme antics we explore within our minds eye...
I enjoyed the atmosphere of this poem too...it also felt 'safe and shuttered'...
Best wishes, Diana...