|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|Lost ... like holding a breath. Intense and thought-provoking. ~Hugs, Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Absolutely poignant and insightful exploration of not only the thespian minded, but any and all who seek their validation from "the outside." Would that more could pull the oars, sit quietly and listen to the quiet within. They just might find rowing is unnecessary. Thank you for delving into this most perplexing subject, given the celebrity obsession far too many people seem to indulge in.|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|drenched in sea spray... this is most excellent, morgan.
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|Wonderful poem, Morgan. So much more to think about than a rower lost in the mist though that is frightening too. Thank you for reading my poem, Salt. Laurel|
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|LOST? AS LONG AS THERE IS LIFE...IS THERE NOT HOPE? FOR, DON'T WE ALL, AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER, GET 'LOST' ALONG THE WAY? ADMITTEDLY, 'LIVING' IS NOT AN 'EASY' VOYAGE. BUT, AT LONG AS WE ARE STILL IN THE BOAT, AS LONG AS WE CAN STILL 'TOUCH' THAT VOYERURISTIC AUDIENCE, AS LONG AS WE CAN 'COAST' AND ARE STILL 'WAITING'...FOR THAT LIFTING, THAT INSTANT...AS LONG AS WE STILL HAVE 'HOPE', WE ARE ALL RIGHT. WET? YES, DRIPPING? YES, BATTERED? YES. BUT...WE ROW. WE STAY TRUE TO THE VOYAGE... WE STILL ROW, WE STILL...'PRESS ON'! MORGAN, YOU ARE JUST FANTASTIC...YOU ARE ONE WONDERFUL POET. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by pat medlin
|morgan this leaves me speechless with so many emotions...admiration for such beautiful talent...sadness...i have visions and feelings of sitting at the kitchen table hearing you give this anology to explain to a best friend or to your mother what this crushing pain and how you're coping feels like. you put me right with you...incredible work! 'and so you row' what words of strength and determination....probably one of the only poems i've printed out...may need this for my daughters one day...what a gift to us all...p|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Rowing (slow and steady) is an exceptional metaphor, MM, for what must be done to heal the heart when putting on masks for so long (to survive) causes ones own identity and purpose to wither. Another spring is coming with renewed growth and myriad blossoms. Row strong!
peace and butterflies ... r
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|This is writing of a high order, Morgan,
this is poetry of a high order, driven and demanding,
and challenges and delights this reader.
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
I like the sense of waiting to see what fate has in store; which way it will guide you next. Hugs,
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Deeply feeling the sadness
in the rhythm of the rowing...
of such an emotional poem
that you have finely written!!
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Wonderful writing, do not rock the boat, just keep on rowing.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|You have penned a poem of mystical wonder. Sometimes you just gotta keep moving along..toward your destiny, row row row your vessel merrily down to Old Lyme...come see me, sweetie, we can have some fun...
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|I think you have reached great heights with the style you have chosen to use in this poem, because it compliments your meaning so well!
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|As long as you continue to row there is hope
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|Hauntingly eerie poem of desperation. Good read. Joy L. hale|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Why row, when its easy to get a small motor & putt-putt through lifes trials...e|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|"roving spotlight shaves the thick grey fog
and nicks the white mist, missing you" What an opening line setting the stage of this mystical eerie poem of a desperation feel...great work!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|What a piece of poetry you have taken from your soul and shared with the world. My favorite line, "For that toll of the buoy bell." Yes! A warning perhaps, of a wishful retreat. You have created a masterpiece here, my friend, and I will save it for future readings.|