|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Much wisdom in this write Debby. I feel if one is happy with in , their light shines through and affects others........M|
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
I, too, believe that we were created to be happy. This poem encapsulates that concept. I especially love the last two stanzas.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Nicky Goodman
|like the last verse very much, and the description in the poem. 'i stretched...' is how i relate to the intro and poem i think - and in breathing, the sunset and moon rising this evening was something else...enjoy reading your words Debby, thank you, Nicky x|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Debby, you have captured so beautifully what our mind is capable of doing. Well done!
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|our mind can do many things to us, both good and bad.
getting up and moving around, realizing it was only a memory.
excellent write of introspectional versitility.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Well penned Sis!!
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|When one can stretch out and touch joy with the tip of the fingers...
it is like holding and unconscious power which will perform in so many levels, even to the acute.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|we create and experience our suffering through our personal perception of the world
How true that is, on so many levels, each and every day.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|interesting write-i enjoyed reading as well as the positive feel to the ending|
|Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
|Life has its ups and downs. The transition from down to up is very positive in this poem. Victor|
|Reviewed by H Cruz
|refreshingly original, Thanx|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This is so descriptive of what takes place that I'm in awe of your ability to write of it with such ease. We truly are our own thermostat and if we temper our feelings accordingly we can do wonders. Masterful writing Debby and great art!
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|You are a complicated artist ... I respect that!
The creative process is an enigma!!!
A self hug?
Sounds like creative implosion!
I know this space that you write about dear Debby ... feeling oppressed to a degree but also open to any tidbit of inspiration that may manifest itself as dew on morning roses.
Bless you dear Poet!