|Reviewed by Henry Lefevre
They know not what they do
|Reviewed by Gracie McKeever
|To the point and evocative. I felt the blows and the fear. Very good work!|
|Reviewed by Denise Edwards
|Very emotional and direct. Your summary is so very true!
And for those of us who have lived lives filled with physical pain, we thank God for the mental anesthetic! Thanks for sharing this!
|Reviewed by Fr. Kurt Messick
|Reviewed by Judith Pleasant
First of all, congratulations on your poetry wins.
I envy you somewhat, your great works,(envy is not God-like is it?, sorry), but I surely don't envy you the pain you must have had in your life. It is so sad. I hope healing has, as is taking place for you. I am sure that it is, because just putting all those emotions into words must have lifted a burden from you.
Strange, how people have entirely diferent memories of their childhood. Mine was very poor, but there was much love to compensate for the hard times.
I hope God brings you the strength to forget all those bad memories and fills your life with enough happiness to compensate for them.
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|The last line is powerful.|
|Reviewed by Vicky Jeter
Congrats to you! I too, was swept away in the statement that
the pain became sweet before unconsciousness. It is true. Life
has innumerable and compassionate inborn mechanisms for survival.
Well done! Vicky
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Regis, as all the reviews show, you evoked strong emotions with this poem. Excellent work.
|Reviewed by Marilyn Seray
This broke my heart reading it. It's short, but says so so much
|Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
|Gripping and compelling, Regis, a rivetting write! The following verse just burned its way into my imagination:
in pain so deep
it became sweet..."
Very, very well written!
By the way, CONGRATULATIONS on winning the latest poetry competition!
|Reviewed by Marie Wadsworth
|Congrats, Regis, on winning AD's poetry contest. It's well deserved. Gripping piece that captures attention and tells a story.|
|Reviewed by Rodd Jokre
|Wow... Very compelling... It does run deep...
|Reviewed by Andrea Da Costa (Reader)
|Your words express your experience chillingly and movingly.
I related deeply to this....thanks for sharing it.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a very moving poem! we can only suppress our pain for so long and then we must confront an defeat it ...|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Felt it to the depths, I have similar memories, this is outstanding Regis. Sending you a hug of understanding empathy.|
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|This is hearfelt write my friend.....I am moved by this write of yours....you have a very compassionate heart.....love n luck....BHUWAN|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|This is chilling for me. I can't imagine this sort of fear. My heart aches when I think this happens in our worse and, yet worse does occur. We live in Hell I think. Our paradise is still somewhere within us and waiting to be found.
May my shine warm this child and you.
Wonderful write of emotional degrees that bare witness to society today.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
(((HUGS))) i'm sorry you had to experience this at the hands of your brother. my brother (two years older) thought i was his punching bag, so i understand the battering pain. :(
hardhitting, devastating write--(((HUGS)))
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Heartwrenching and hardhitting write! This poem made me CRY! >tears <
Yes, child abuse CAN come from our own family members BESIDES parents; I know because it happened to ME. I am STILL dealing with the pain inflicted on me by my two older sisters and my grandmother, but I WILL make it through with the LORD's HELP and learn to look AHEAD and NOT look back and reflect on past hurts!
Thank you for sharing; sometimes emotional or mental abuse can be as DAMAGING as the physical, at times, even MORE so!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears, tears, tears <
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
|This overwhelmed me, my friend.
Child abuse can come from siblings
as well as parents...aunts, uncles,
even grandparents. This brought me
to tears. EXCELLENT imagery. I could
feel the pain.
Your friend in Va. *Linda*
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Great write Regis but painfully sad
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This gave me chills, and brutal memories, outstanding, just outstanding,
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|As a fellow Survivor, I feel your pain. Superb write, Regis.|
|Reviewed by S H (Reader)
|Regis, I'm very proud of you for this poem. As I always say the best poems are bled not written.Since you just bought my chapbook Daughter of a Rogue, I know you know I understand this poem. Good write, or should I say good heal! Since that's what you're doing there.
|Reviewed by Gary Gebert
|As the reviews show, many are affected if not in person, by the experiences of others. The strength to share these memories and to have survived them is encouraging to those afraid to let it out. Isn't that what we do? Superb work!
|Reviewed by Lynn Barry
|numbed me...wow...what you can do with a few words...outstanding...|
|Reviewed by Esra Karatash Alpay
|Sometimes the truth hurts- Congrats on the honest and Bold write!|
|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
|A sad write expressing something that so many children face. I am glad you were able to gather the strength from your memories of the situation and place them into this piece, hopefully to help others. You must be very strong to do so. I admire that.
Love ~ N~ Peace,
|Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
|Blimey Regis. Nice siblings you had - not !!|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|OMG, this is so bloody awful, like a dragon from deepest hell, one reads of such, but rarely gets bowled over like this has, so blimming sad!!!|
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|A sad and painful memory and all to familiar to many children. Excellent emotional write.|
|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|Oh gee, Regis, this hurt me too and I felt so much sympathy for the battered child you once were..and the memories it still gives. ;) Silver|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
This is painful to read as it is so raw and honest and written straight from the gut. Thank you for sharing this moving piece and expressing your feelings in this way.
|Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington
|I am always moved by those who can reach into the deepest corners of their being and pull out such raw emotion from memory. When it is told as eloquently as this... it is even more powerful. Exploring and exploding from within is what poetry is all about! Huzzah, my friend!!!
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|I loved the poem, but why is it I find humor in it? I was thinking back to a time when I was hit over the head and kicked. It was the other guys who were seeing Birdies when I awoke.|
|Reviewed by Tarek Hassan
|From the depth of the heart and it shows and reflects on the words and the rhythm. Most enriching.|
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|My dear Regis... have you any idea, because you write so boldly and so beautifully, how painful this is to have read.. not just because you phrase it so well... not even because the telling is so honest and so real, but because you've allowed it to flow directly from your gut... This slammed against my insides with such force... Only a committed truth-teller, with a gentle heart could touch another deeply in so few words. My god, Regis... this is why we write! What godawful beauty you've brought here. katy xox.|
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Memory surfaces in other ways, much later sometimes, it will manifest itself in unexpected ways -- we may not even know it. Excellent write, Regis. You left me breathless.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Funny how the mind blots out that which is painful or could hurt more now than it did then, isnt it? I was forceably molested at age 4, the pain, must have been great, but I have absolutely NO memory of it, just what I was told by my parents...But we all survive, it seems, and maybe we also strive to help others in the end all of life...you as a teacher, me as a recluse...excellent piece, hauntingly familiar for some reason...find peace in Peace River, Canada, Ed & Rufuz|
|Reviewed by JimmyHolder ShyPoet1
|Often, too often, I read sililiar poems and wonder how someone can do that to a child. Both my parents, were kind. My father, a miracle worker who fed five children. He nurtured and taught us. I still have memories of him taking me fishing and teaching me about auto repairs as well as drilling me and my brother in the alphabet at a very early age so we would get a good start in school. Well, I'm getting long winded, but this peom inspired emotions in me. Deep, powerful writing.
|Reviewed by Susan Barton (Reader)
|"I scarcely heard
his fading footsteps
as in the waning afternoon
a robin sang"
This is very powerful!
Thanks for sharing - SueB
|Reviewed by Nancy D.
|A flashback of the past, great write.
|Reviewed by anne cunningham
|you fleshed out perfectly how acutely aware you are of some other focus (the sound of a robin) when utter chaos is going on around you. this was about as honest as it gets.|
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
|POWERFUL verses very moving and in depth! Regis excellent.
|Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz
|Oh, wow, Regis...you sure brought me back to some
incidents in my own childhood.
|Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang
|Regis, Touching write. The pic gives
a sense of fear. I understand about
abuse yet mine was sexual in nature.
I am so sorry for your beatings.
I am glad you survived,Regis.
I am glad you are here!
|Reviewed by Jane Rodway
|Yes, this is powerful. You get used to verbal abuse as well, and eventually, believe it, too. Thanks for sharing such an emotional piece.|
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|Powerful write, Regis. The mind is our primary survival mechanism, the facility that has brought us here. This poem relates a great example of its diversity of function.
|Reviewed by Crystal-Rain Love
|Wonderful! Wonderful! I've read about how our body numbs out pain in certain situations, like with victims of multiple stab wounds-- they normally only feel the first stab. Wish my body went numb when I had my little one, natural----whew. But great poem. Love the way you ended it with the robin singing.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|oh my this is so touching Regis...imagine being beaten until you find a kind of comfort in it, I understand this and it's so sad, the pic looks anorexic...Superb psychological write|
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|This is an interesting piece Reg. Really made me think about my encounters. You're right, after so much fear and adrenalin sets in, you almost get numb. I think living does us the same way. After life beats us up so bad we fail to respond in the same manner. I use to kiss a lot of family and friend butt in loves name. Now I hardly do anything. My wife and I have been abused in loves name so much, we're practically hermits and loving it. More peace of mind than we've ever seen. I'm hooked on just minding my dam business now. So is my wife. cheers. G|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Extremely interesting piece, Regis. Terror and pain followed by the lull of the robin's song. Enjoyed very much.|
|Reviewed by Helga Ross
|Well-written, but no sweetness in the read, Regis -- just feel your pain!
|Reviewed by Jeff Mason
|Powerful thoughts. Many of us go through this sort of thing. Well-put. -- Jeff|
|Reviewed by jan nunn
|I love the ending on this..a calm peaceful moment.Yes the mind has such capacity ,and yet funny that it also has the capacity to create pain from nothing.|
|Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry
|Our merciful Lord, who puts us into shock to protect us from the painful realities until we better can deal with them. My foster daughter was shot by an unknown assailant back in 1986: she never even knew it until awakening in ICU. Yet, mericulously, she had managed to key her CB mike to get help, hardly even remembering how she had done it since she could not move or use her right arm. Exceptionally good write, Regis. ~~Bonnie Q|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|Exceptional write Regis. I know too well the feelings in this. I had an older Brother that used to delight in mine and my sister's daily pain.
Children are cruel to one another..but after a while we learn to blank it out. Lisa
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Haunting. Well written!|
|Reviewed by Monette Bebow-Reinhard (Reader)
|Oh wow, this one is just loaded with raw passion and pain. I'm hurting for you, Regis! Pulling these out and sharing them are never easy. I might have to try this sometime. It reminded me of my published ebook, "Felling of the Sons" - being able to forget physical pain because of emotional trauma is very strong theme in this book. Thanks for bringing us there!
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Oh Regis...This is so touching...so sad..absolutely wonderful writing...and about your remark on the mind...You are so right..I do believe we can shut out anything we want if we have the power and will to do it...I know I have done it...well done Poet....floria|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|O' Boy I can relate to this one!!
Been there days ago!!
Very touching piece Regis!!