|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You have conveyed your experience most effectively, Debby. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Just reviewed Silver Celtic and said something like no matter what people think of you , you are yourself and what you make of yourself. Let noone put you down and don't put yourself down. Like the words in the photo too.|
|Reviewed by Theresa Koch
|Reviewed by Nicky Goodman
|Hi Debby, so well explained - of the moments making up the truth of what cannot be easily explained/expressed - there should be one word good enough for explaining this experience...is there one word?Ņ? if not, why not?! Something like an extended epiphany? Oh, i dont know :)) Enjoyed, thanks xx|
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Searching ones mind and finding words to give credence and understanding to a poem is a heartfelt task.. Great expressive poem!....M|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Amazing isn't it how finding the right words seems impossible yet after the poem is written, such as you have done her, it is perfect!
I love how you expressed this,one!
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|And you've done so absolutely brilliantly, Debby! Very neat turn here. And I love Felix's response, too! :)) Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|not all poetry can be expressed in word format, for example when se reach across the couch and tenderly run our fingers down our partners cheeks for no reason...that is poetry too.
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Reaching for words is like go on a tree limb always trying another inch until we fall in our faces and discover that those words where all the time inside our heart.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|poignant words for us writers!|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Well expressed, yet delicate in nature....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz
|Well said... don't think you had that problem this time.|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|I think that is something we've all felt at one time or another, but you expressed it so well.
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|Wonderful...and, again, we find ourselves riding the same wave. Last night, I began working on a poem based upon the same foundation. How blessed is the one who can know the feeling - the ecstasy - and understand that not all can be expressed in words. Someday, might we reach critical mass and find that this experience becomes our connecting thread - all words dispensed.|