|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|I think many of us go through times when creativity becomes null . Its been happening to me lately. Written with depth and precection!....M|
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|For me, this stirring poem felt like an inner struggle between the flow of creativity and a certain restraint or hindrance to this flow. While the poem itself speaks to the triumph of creativity, its substance deals much with how elusive the creation often is for the creator. There's a certain "transience" here or "impermanence." Frameless is a delicate piece held securely within and protected by your substantive ponderings.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|This one is light and airy like the ghost of a thought lucky to be brought to computer by you.
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|An outstanding write As always John
Great to be reading your fantastic style again
Peace be with you
|Reviewed by William Potter
It's great to read your work again!
And this one was well worth the wait.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|John, so very good to see your work again -- you certainly have not lost your touch for the mastery of poetic expression -- in your work I sense self reassessment of values -- very beautifully written -- peace to you my friend -- JMW|
|Reviewed by Suzie Palmer
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|How lovely to see you again, John! I had been wondering... hope you're well. This is far more than a "toe in the poetic waters of return". It is a deep breath in, taking stock of the view, the height of the sun, the slant of the wind. Youself midstream amid all that running ink, catching up with yourselves nicely and tripping along downstream in anticipation of full flow. I like this burgeoning state. And the inversions of that final strophe are playful and fascinating. You have lift-off, my friend! :)) Good to see you back! Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is fine expression, John. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier
|John I like what you done here...the process, the un~captured ability to create something...Great read|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Excellently composed and leaves the reader to ponder the depth of your write and the inner reflection you bring out of something lost but fighting to regain.|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Hello John, So good to see you, your words give one much to ponder, I feel sadness in them. Moving poem.
|Reviewed by Michael Guy
|frameless and timeless. Sounds so much like you're walking the streets composing! Every word chosen carefully. Where have you been; hope you are well? Thanks for brining your personal style of narrative verse back to us...
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|John, I have missed you and your poetry which speaks so perfectly what you'd like to see change...and the things that will never change...a bit deep although beautifully written, all my best, Holly|
|Reviewed by Katie Gabrielle
|so much visual words here in this lovely poem! much like a journey
this poem flows ...I especially like the line..."words in time suspended find their way in black and white amongst days of conventional thought and forgiveness while wings yet fly above columns so out of balance behind a wall upon a fallen street of half mast dreams" ....to me that means that at different times in our life we are very idealistic in our hopes and dreams and sometimes life puts obstacles in our way but if we give our dreams wings to fly above the walls beyond the fallen street where we may stumble and fall, just to believe in ourselves and put our heart into what really makes us happy in life, we can move beyond what others expect us to be and truly find our potential!!
A wonderful poem!!
Thanks so much. It is good!!
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|a wonderful write!!|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Hello John! ! ! long time no see, Ile-du-Diable or Alcatraz? you were gone an awful long time! and I see that your poet skills are not only intact but powerfully updated by inspiration.
|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|Outstanding write. Welcome back.|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|I am so happy to see you back as I have missed your work. Wonderful use of metaphors, John...and your work, perfection...as always.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!! BEAUTIFUL WORDS, I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!! Very glad to 'see' you !!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|John, it's been too long, you've been missed!
I'm glad the words and ink found their way back
and you are once again sharing your superb work
and magical netaphors with us!
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Somewhere between the earth and the sky, I can see this poem stretching out its arms, and those tall buildings made of words and ink last longer in our hearts than a concrete jungle's vanishing dreams.
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|Flawless. . . . .
Searching for words. . . . .
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
Welcome back! It's been a long while since I've had the pleasure of reading you, and you've returned wonderfully, and this return cheers me immensely. A fine fine poem.
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|What an unexpected treat to read your words once more, my friend! You have been missed! This piece ... well what a way to return! That last stanza.. it gets a WOW! We have much to catch up on... but I just wanted you to know how glad I am to have you back with us.
|Reviewed by David Thompson
How many times I have been tempted to write you. I even went so far as to construct a completed paragraph once but decided you needed a much deserved rest from the world of imagination. I do understand that, although we are free to do as we please, we sometimes find ourselves in a moment of immobility—within a place where time stands still and with a need for a moment of calm to collect our thoughts. Our feelings will, subsequently, make their way to the printed page—to be shared with those in whom we have silenced ourselves. We may even think there is a need for leniency from those with whom we have shared so much in the past; however, like the prodigal son, we see that all is quickly forgiven, and so it is time to kill the fatted calf. It has been far too long since I've heard your thoughts whispered on these pages, but now you are back, and all is well with the world once more.
From the hills of West Virginia, I am...
Most sincerely yours,
David Lee Thompson
|Reviewed by ~ Chanti
|It's good to read your work again John. An interesting and insightful piece. There is only one line that appears out of place to me and that is: 'within a fallen castle' but since poetry is so subjective, I may be the only one that feels this way. Maybe I just don't get it. I loved the flow of the rest of the poem. Great work!
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Metaphorically speaking, John, I love it. -gene.|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|YEAH!!! You are back!! I am so happy to read your words again... It is sad to admit, but there have been days in the past few months where suddenly my mind would wander to you and your poetry and I would wistfully long for the days when you...and your elipses...would return... hee, hee... My friend and ... cohort, it is GREAT to have you back!
Now...about the poem...
Before I comment, I have to ask if you really did mean a "clock without hand", or if you meant "without hands"? I stumbled on that line and wasn't sure if you meant it symbolically for something or what.
I must once again say that I struggle to not read this poem in an every other line format. It forms its own form of poetry when you read it that way and tells a slightly different story. But...it is, of course, better read as a whole.
I caught glimpses of so many different possible meanings to this poem. My first thought was that thoughts had been collecting in your head and had finally found their way to where ink spilled upon these pages. But...at a second reading, I caught pieces of wall street toppling...the ticker-tape readings as bullets to those who invested so heavily there...among it all I sense a slight wistfulness and a little bit of nostalgia...and hope of solid ground when you land.
Have a fabulous Thanksgiving, John!
I am thankful for your writes and so glad to read your works again...
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|Oh John I'm so glad to read your beautiful writes again...Where were you, are you okay, are you staying? We need you here, I need you here. I missed you. This was so beautiful and soul touching. Keep them comin...love and big hugs, Bonnie|