|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
Outstanding write of emotions and memories.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|Compelling introductory line "She did not sneak into my life" and setting for an alluring story. I like your style in the brevity of phrasing, which is more condusive of energy than if there had been added detail. "this time narrowly I held sway." carries overtones of many connotations, acute wording. The image of "...firm in their fickle grip.." gives added grace to the last line "I wish them all love even her." Marvelous and beautiful closing. In my eyes this is a deep thermal pool of aqua water, gorgeously scaldingly stunning....The Morning Glory Pool ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|What a sad sad story, Budd. I wonder if you hadn't gone to war how your lives would have panned out. Rainbows|
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Amber and myself know why this sort of thing happens. Things happen for a reason, perhaps not to our own understanding why. I fully believe she is from your soul group, and perhaps unresolved issues from a previous life. Yes, and I can only say for myself and quite sure Amber would agree, reincarnation is alive and well for all.
People will come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime as they are supposed to. And in her case step back out, but the good thing is she left you with a memory as you did her. Relish in the good memories of love even if the pain was difficult. She gave you something you needed as you did her.
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Riveting..you got my heart beating on this one for sure, beautifully expressed as sadness drips~|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Kool writing style, Budd...sad story, but penned in a great fashion!
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|SIN_NER_SIN_ING...Sooooooo Clever *Budd*
all in caps at each beginning of each
phrase in disguise!!!! But loved the
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Bury these memories is all I can say, though I know that is harder said than done...e|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|If this is true, she sure had a hold on you. I think if some of my exes returned, I would turn them away. Old chicks don't learn new tricks.
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|As well you should, for having experienced a "love" war of my own, I can attest to the validity that pain, not memories, will fade with time, but... unlike you, I have managed to stay clear of such drama repeated by finding a person who shuns most expected and accepted norms of the female psyche. Fortunate for me, "respect" has been learned as the longer lasting value of a relationship, for without it, love has no chance. It also helps immensely for both parties willing to express the feminine and masculine sides with equal fervor and confidence. Ironically, love follows rather effortlessly when mutual "respect" is sought and realized first. Another amazing revelation, age differences are really the most challenging factor, yet ultimately the most mundane elements in the judgment of rational intelligent long lasting compatibility and yes, love. I've had long lasting relationships of 23, 19 and now, without the anchor of a marriage certificate, I'm working with the real thing, going on 9 years. Again, respect was the factor missing most in other tenures, now the basic ingredient. Helps to find the partner is one's muse as well. I wish you well in your journey.|
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Budd, I have a DICK-IDIOM which seems appropriate here. It goes like this.
“Love is like a simmering
pot of liquid.
Once you light a flame under it,
constant attention is required,
lest it boil itself dry.”
I don't know how that could possibly help you at this late date, but your rather revealing poem brought it to mind. Sometimes our writing process really makes us open up.
Nicely done. Dick
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|A heartfelt and touching write Laura
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|This is a connection of a deeper kind. When this type of attraction occurs it is spiritual in nature, one cannot resist it. You two were lovers in another lifetime, that is why you keep finding each other. Sometime in another lifetime, you will be together and it will be the right time.
Much enjoyed this poem.
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|Sometimes a certain person, be that person female or male or younger or older, sometimes the love of that one single person remains within our memory throughout the time of our life. For me there was one special girl who's memory still stays with me sixty years since last seeing her. The thought no longer bothers me, but yet the thought is still there. Good words written here Budd.
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|YOU COULD HAVE WAITED FOR HER FOREVER...BUT SHE? ONE CANNOT 'WAIT' FOR 'LOVE'...WHEN THEY HAVE NEVER KNOWN TRUE LOVE. THANK GOD THIS IS IN THE PAST AND YOU ARE WELL OVER IT. I AM REMINDED OF THAT OLD SONG(SUNG BY NATALIE COLE)ENTITLED, 'I WISH YOU LOVE'. IT TAKES TIME TO GET THERE, BUT WHEN YOU ARRIVE THERE...YOU CAN WISH THEM...'LOVE'. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Relationships such as those remind us that yes love can be beautiful and magical but it can also be fleeting and we should enfold and enjoy each minute of it. Yes they may have caused you pain my friend but alas...also...such wonderful memories that other's may not have been as fortunate to share.
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Strange, how something so precious as love, can be so easily be thrown away by so many now a days, I could feel your pain in your every word. Peace,|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Fickle means inconsistant. This was her nature. She was born with it. 'Too bad you were a victim of her mental birth defect. It had nothing to do with you, hon.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|I'm with Sandra, I feel my heart has been hacked thrice. Damn! Tough, man, the memories are almost as bad as the real thing sometimes. Hope you can finally and forever bury them.|
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
|A renascence of memories will leave us bleeding. You have brought me to the place as clearly as though I, too, had been there. Well done, Budd. As always, you write with feeling and paint with realistic imagery...