|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|How beautiful, "We waved at each other in passing." Perhaps not only in passing, you share a tremendous part of each other. "Drawing me along my path like foxfire in darkness." - Perhaps you are fulfilling his dream. What a wonderful tribute to him David.
|Reviewed by Susan Bergeron
|So touching David...this one brought tears to my eyes. Just had to share it with mu husband. Thanks! Sue|
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi Benyehu (Reader)
Unique depicting with outstanding imagery with platinum closing lines (Last three.) written with flawless brilliant cut diamond letters.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Psychology and memory are two words that often come to my mind when I read your poetry.
Ő love the sweetness of:
"gentle poltergeist of my soul".
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
This is a haunting poem. Great descriptions. I like how you show the passing of time while you put pieces of the puzzle together. Excellent, and very different!
|Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa
|Oh THIS is powerful..
I will save this one..
Thank you David..
|Reviewed by Michael Guy
|The plowed fields grew blossoms of silence
that ripened to memories passed on to me."
As i was reading your poetry, I was thinking how I was going to ask why you never post a photo, THEN I realized how your poetry never needs it(unlike others here at AD). It's a snapshot, a photo album into your life: all the images and colors are there.
"He dreamed his death
just before I dreamed my birth.
We waved at each other in passing."
And any poet who ends a poem with a power tuplet like that gets me going: 5 Stars! (this one must be in the book!)
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...something of reverence to be found in this poem...someone remembered...given respect...in this most excellent piece.
beautiful write David...
|Reviewed by Tracey Hardie
|Excellent poem...you do have such a way with words.. making the reader (me) wanting to read more!|
|Reviewed by Lloyd Lofthouse
|As I read this poem, I'm looking at a family picture for my grandmother (mother's side). My great grandfather and great grandmother are surrounded by five kids--not one looks older than ten and my grandmother looks to be five or six. The day my grandmother left in her 80s, there were only a few of us that went to the funeral. I recall standing next to one of my cousins close in age to me and don't remember anyone else. I havenít seen that cousin since and that was at last forty-five years ago. Your poems bring out memories--good ones. Thanks.|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|You touch the heart with a style all your own. It's never enough to read one of your poems just once...they ask to be read again and again. Beautiful.|
|Reviewed by Charlie
|...another one of my very favorites on Authorsden. There's such a tenderness about it... the soft, muffled consonants of "f", and "th", accompanied by beautiful vowel sounds and an even more beautiful story (I especially love the ending). It all makes for the kind of omolioteleton that I absolutely love.
I am always enchanted with your poetry. I love how every line echoes sounds. Reading your poetry in my head is never good enough. I have to read it outloud.
...just beautiful. --Charlie
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|That's what I like of your writings, that solid conviction of putting to words a firework of images and make us visualize that images going inside your head.
Excellent, we are waving back as we pass by.
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|David, such strong and stunning visuals; grandfather, dog, farmhouse, fields and even the passing of two souls.