|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Profound and so true. I found that I have become "invisible" in a lot of ways as I grow older. it's not fun. Excellent and such imagery. Liz|
|Reviewed by Michael LaSalle
|sara, this piece definitely pulled on the heart strings, its beautifully rendered, I also liked the alliteration, the meaning is quite powerful, thanks for sharing your talent, mike|
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|a fine piece of how perceptions change as one ages...both the positive and negative aspects of it.|
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|A very interesting view of life and how it can pass us on by and all we find is the view of not being needed...
a very nice expression of thought...
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|Your words and the total work soothe my furrowed brow
For I do enjoy living a life of seven score and more
Stressing the positive in all things never being sour
Staying healthyly alert with a mind to enjoy the soar
Thank you for a wonderful bit of reassurance. - Bill
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A deep sadness comes to me, like a life not worth living, just counting the numbers to the end.
|Reviewed by R Beeman
|very powerful lines: painting the dirt green. our pasts are our stepping stones to our future. cherish the moments, but dont allow the past to be your waterfall in life.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|as the past
passed by me, in
Quite deep, Sara. Maybe we all need to conquer that past, and not let it, pass us by.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i often wonder, is life passing by us by, needing less of us, or is it the other way around ...
"I painted the dirt green
fooling grass into the eye
I smoothed the sand clean
pretending life could not lie "
great lines ...
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Walking down memory lane can be a bittersweet experience. I prefer to leave the past where it is and move forward. Interesting write looking within.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Poetry from deep within well penned!!
Pst...Wallace is preggies again...yhis time it's a boy...and all is well..."TOOT" is a happy little boy!!
Love >>> Granny < < < Tinka
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Sara, superb philosophical delving that
delivers a knock-out poem!Brilliant perception!
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Absolutely beautiful, this is just outstanding, and what a lovely picture that sets the mood for your poem so perfectly.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
D E E P L Y moving poem with haunting lines and imagery...well done.
My favorite lines:
"...and then I grew
... aged beyond my dreams
saw myself as some woman
in a plain without thunder ...." WOW
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.