|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I think this poem is such a wonderful metaphor for all things in life. Enjoyed.
|Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)
|Beautiful poem, Budd ... Heartfelt...|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|So heartfelt and beautifully written as always my friend Laura|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Such be the butterfly to behold
*Budd* as free is your wisdom
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
Lovely a single blossom to a beautiful memory for keepsake.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|As Ansel Adams proclaimed: most of my best pictures are archived in my head. So too the impact of this image and all that it conjured up then, and most likely now, for you. Our male gender could take a lesson from this and remember it often as we exercise our sometimes out of control testosterone influence. Women should not be possessions or trophies. If they are not deserving of your respect, willingness to let fly as they wish, and trustworthy without the legal contracts today that serve as marriage licenses, then they probably, like the flower that one passes by, not for you.|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|This is deeply touching on so many levels!!! A keeper, Budd....awesome write!
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Beautiful! And, yes, let the flower go to seed so there will be more of them next year!
|Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)
|We never may claim something beautiful as being ours,
As soon as we claim it, it loses already a piece of it's beauty.
A wonderful little pearl my friend with a lot of wisdom in it
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|What a beautiful little poem in few words
To allow something so beautiful for others
Simplicity can say so much in so few words,
yet convey the meaning so clearly
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Second wife. A saint. We were walking down the street in Hollywood, California. I stopped and picked a beautiful flower from a bush in someone's yard and thought I'd done good when I presented it to her. She refused the flower saying it wasn't mine to give her. After my pout I understood that she was right, as she was about so many many things.|