|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Fascinating write, Richard. I do understand toiling against the wind overlylong. I think we've all been there and have come to realize just how spiritual the fight gets. Great writing here. Love and hugs,
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|There is some autobiographical essence to this. But then again, it is every man's journey to try to express himself through life's endless plots and disappointments. Truly well penned.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|strange how old boots with come back to life when a little creative effort shines their soul ...|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Your tongue is anything but useless, dear chum! This poem speaks to all who have labored in mind and body over years, only to come to a place where the tired body screams for a rest from it all. So we give it a rest, then go on. Especially, when one has a magnificent gift of writing such as you do!|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Richard, may your muse be near and your pen inspired to write more exquisite poetry like this!|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|You are a marvelous poet Richard, brilliantly expressing the crucial longing to feel more, to be able to express more...to cast off the layers of repression. (At least, that is how I experience this.)
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|supernal quest, ancient muse, beguiled spirit... who could want for
more? masterfully scribed, satisfying read, richard.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!! 'The heart sings its sad songs'-----I LOVE THIS BEAUTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
This is seeing at another level, the level of vision.
The classical eternal images underpin the scope of
beyond the moment, the universal truth.
Never 'Bereft ... of Thoughtfulness,'
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Excellent verses all, Richard and the images are powerful.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Beautiful writing, deep and knowing|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|masterfully done. i don't know what else to say. this poem flows like water over smooth rocks, swirling with truisms and pleas for enlightenment, darkness and light, tragedy and hope.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|I cannot cast off my boots, as I have only worn them in the cold snowy weather here in Jersey...they are insulated to -20 degrees & waterproof, but they are heavy and a bear to put on...maybe this last snow last night will be the LAST!? Ed|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|I fully understand, Richard. Though I have no boots
to cast away, I do have me trusty cane which I'd be happy
to float out to sea. As for you, my friend, it's difficult
to pity your suffering when you write so well. In you,
beautiful poetry lives... -gene.