|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|This is very interesting, unique...
there are many contrasting feelings
somewhere between meditation and detachment
and total despair. This poem also has
a very particular rhythm and flow.
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|I believe when a person becomes lethargic then copper pennies have no value when the heart is hurting. You amaze me in the maturity of your poetry these days.
I'm enjoying your poems more and more.
Blessings and love for a fine holiday.
|Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath
"expressionless" wonderful title however most assuredly a befitting one too.
Continued blessings John,
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|Stonefaced, you washed away my eartly desires, bringing me back to nature, where she too can face some pretty harsh obstacles, yet, I have a paintbrush! You gave me a paintbrush! I will always find the beauty in her! I will capture the worth in her simplicity and reflect in this wonderful stream you allow me to flow down...
Outstanding lines in your face! :)...and I'm smiling!
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Fine symbols and imagery give added "punch" to this write, John. Thank you for sharing your talent. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Sanja Dayslink
|This took me back home, where as a child I would sit on the bluff of this beautiful meadow. I haven't thought about that place, my thinking place, in years. Thanks for the memories. A beautiful write.
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|This is deep John and so poignant. A compelling write.|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This is mystical and transporting, John. I think we are on a similar wavelength with our current writes... in an obtuse kind of way! :)) There is an hypnotic sensuousness that is almost hermetic when you combine the flow of crystal clear waters with the ideas of panning for luck or gold... our perceptions of reality and time get warped along with our raised expectations or diminished hopes. I may be totally off beam here, but guess I have entered a kind of dream state with your glorious alchemy of imagery and concept. Your style of writing sends my thoughts scattering like light into so many different directions. I hope that something of my refracted ideas reflect clearly a little of what you are saying! Love, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Oh the wonderful riddles buried deep withing the lines of a poem that only the poet truly understands. ENJOYED,love holly|
|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|I want to say I loved the last stanza best but then I will be lying...I am speechless, This is perfection in every sense!!!|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|This one gives me shivers of delight... so many things to pick apart and praise about this one. The imagery is so...so...superb! I was there with the man tossing pennies in the stream. And the metaphors...WOW! This is one rich poem in that regard!! MMM...it was just a delicious feast to savor...
I also loved how you could almost dissect this in many parts and read a different poem by reading every other line. (Maybe you didn't mean to do that... but it was cool to read some of it that way anyway. :~))
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|..'As his soul sleeps upon notes of green in pockets of the past'... 'Winds of change become the future'.... 'Shadows fall as graveled thoughts'-----BEAUTIFUL, I LOVE THIS SENTENCES!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Most enjoyable write John
Peace be with you
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|reminescent of the great stock crash of the 20's or is it today? i always pick up sidewalk pennies (i think they are reminders of angels and heaven)|
|Reviewed by Michael Guy
|"something he could no longer make and they still could sense." Not really sure from a grammar point of view what "they" it refers to (his thoughts, angels? the eagle) I'm confused there. BUT your originality wins - I like this and it's hard for me to like anything when I'm depressed today. Sadly this poem is more appropos to my situation then you can realize...
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|A semantically driven treasure. A new way to share insightful things. You spun this one very well. Jon Michael Willey|
|Reviewed by Kerry Compton Star Girl
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Beautiful deep thoughts penned John!!
SOme call it to be "penny-wise-OR-pound-foolish!!"
|Reviewed by Staci Gansky-Wagner
|Deep thoughts within this poem which creates an image. Such a beautiful write. A penny can mean so much to some and not others.|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|I see him now as you take us into your words John, lost in a world of his own. The title suits your rite to a Tee. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Brilliant poem,, You always seem to take me right there,, I see him sitting on the bank tossing coins,, so much to ponder,, as he is.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Brilliant poem that sinks deep in the psyche
to mull over many times. superb John!
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Clever in verse...incredible imagery as always. My favortie lines..."he now lives in
searching for an eagle
disguised as an angel to be
his guardian of wing." Just beautiful.
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|To be called "expressionless"
This poem is richly metaphoric
The power of money
Has no comparision
To the power of your pen.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
People just walk over pennies these days like they
are nothing. Too good to pick one up..
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Oh, I sooooo love the imagery in this. --Sitting "upon a bank
of vaulted skies...casting copper into a stream of sunken dreams...shadows fall as graveled thoughts take hold..." It's such an ethereal piece with little inner peace. But I hope he finds it. I truly do. --Charlie
|Reviewed by David Thompson
|I think Benjamin Franklin would believe a man to be wise who pinches his pennies rather than toss them into a stream, with no more than wishes of better days ahead. Also, if he meets with hard times, he must not sit and ponder about the days when some of his pockets were bulging with different denominations and others containing coins of varying worth. And, he who allows another to pull the wool over his eyes, leading him toward making bad investments, will indeed lose sight of all that he has with the passing of time. Some can play the stock market, study the ways of the bull and the bear, but others stand to lose thir shirt in a heartbeat. What a wonderful play with words, John. I can read your poems time and again and see something new with each read. I envy your gift. David Lee Thompson|
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|A thought-filled poem, as only your can portray, John. It is always good to read your words...
|Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier
|Is this where the economics of bad luck meet poetry?..great write John, really enjoyed...Gerard|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|I enjoyed this--well describes as he struggles to keep life making sense|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Full of imagery and wisdom - reminds me of the Goldrush days - dreams and hopes - well done, John, nice to read you again!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Reverbrations of the old and the learned come into play here . . . And when the last two cents are not cast . . . The dye however is . . . And it colors his world . . .|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|A penny saved is a penny earned and still makes good sense. Random thoughts penned with finesse, in great play on words.|
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|I knew you had a wonderful imagination John, you show it here. Great write, you painted a picture we all can see and appreciate. Love, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Oh John, that last verse just killed me.. and there is a reason why. I will tell you one day why this poem touches me so. You are a brilliant writer and I do not believe I say that often enough to you. Your word paintings are like Braille beneath my fingertips...
|Reviewed by Randall Barfield
|clever wordplay from beginning to end. Nice imagery is evoked. you might check live "in" again as it's confusing near that part or i read it wrong--he lives in the brush? Cheers|