|Reviewed by Art Sun
|Life can be a roller coaster ride at times...it can also be like the show of clowns where we laugh and laugh with joy and smiles...
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|A wonderful write, profound indeed! Isn't it funny how when we go on vacation to these theme parks, we get a bit sentimental and sad when we are about to leave it all behind, we get caught up in the magic of the moment...the music, lights, rides, and shows...when in actuality it is all just a show, when the sun sets and the moon shines bright, all the lights dim, the rides and music stops and only empty packs from snacks and those cleaning up are left behind...where the reality of life continues to thrive when we slumber, nature's bounty continues to grow, wildlife thrives, and we are preparing for another day of the magic given to us by our wonderful creator...if we could only see...you've penned a write that has touched my heart this morning...few touch me as this one has. I have often had the same thoughts, especially when coming home from vacations! Bravo my friend on an excellent and profound offering!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Amen! It is and I can see that you are;-) so am I
most of the time;-)! Superb poem Debby!
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Wish it was more like Disneyland.. Great thoughts......M|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|BRILLIANT POETRY, Debby. Such an easy flow to this yet not a word wasted... and you set up your finale so well. Wonderful analogy and yet so accurately penned, as well. A tale of two worlds... what is or what can be... and what isn't but might be. That we might ourselves be the inhibitor strikes so well against the image of Disney. "If you wish upon a star"... Too darn right! :)) Your pen works magic here... if we allow it! TY, great stuff! K xx|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Debby, nice write, gives one much to think about.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
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|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|a nicely writte work-well done and food for thought|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|We never shed away the inner child, because we daydream, build imaginary sand castles near the waters at low tides, allow all kind of fantasies to overwelm our common sense and fell so wrong in love so many times.
Yes, we allow.
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|All these things that are fine in the world come...if one just allows it. Beautifully done, Debby|
|Reviewed by Rafiriio Daniels
|Nice work! This will most definitly keep poetry breathing and alive!!!|
|Reviewed by William Cryer
|I doubt it very much, especially since it means we poets wouldn't have the darker spectrum to weave our verses from. But very interesting poem, nonetheless!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Interesting perspective and you could very well be right, Debby. Thank you for sharing these thoughts. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|I like your poem.
I think there are 2 aspects to consider: first, as Richard suggests, this is Heaven you are describing--like the Garden of Eden before the fall. Second, as you suggest, an optimistic view of life and the people around us can do wonders for us. We need to count our blessings and enjoy the good things God has given us.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Or perhaps it's a prognostication of Heaven ...|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|GREat use of inserting thoughts to grow in others minds with this write that challenges us to think of the possibilities...