|Reviewed by Barbara Henry
|Simply beautiful in its sad truth.
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
You are such a creative poetic genius!!
LOve and Hugs,
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Deep within your soul reside mysteries to be displayed and shared. Every poem gives yet another glimpse. It is quite beautiful in there.|
|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|Very deep and uplifting piece my friend. I love it!!! Very well done.|
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Great Poem Vickie, loved it. And I do like the picture you posted with it. You are a great poet. Did you see the poem Love will never Die Bonnie May posted on the poets den. It is dedicated to me and late husband Tom and photo is pending in the mail, I hope you will read it too. I too am mourning my husband Tom who died on Aug 17 07. Being manic depressive and all I have a hard time letting go. Not ready yet. Lois|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|There are many symbols in this write. Honestly, I am amazed at how you keep writing and writing and writing... ...there's a lot in your soul that needs to be expressed; so it seems to me. But who am I to say so? Love, hugs, and my best wishes,
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Unique and thought provoking.|
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Captivating my dear one! Love Holly|
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|"Judge not the look of empty
when behind the walls are treasures
of golden bloom…"
Just beautiful! I could picture everything.
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Soldiers that came from lighted rooms of family warmth has seen a few of these room where despair and destruction was the main dècor.
Your poem tell us of an inner, hidden, trembling despair that are here in words by proxy, but that nevertheless has the purity of an unadulterated feeling that wishes to be shared.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|"Vick" my dear friend and romantic Princess, again you have captured with word and graphic the sense of what was once and may never be again. The symbology of the room in despair, and the urn of hopes gone by and forgotten leaves a bitter sweet ache that is hard to miss.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Powerfully imaged in illustration and verse - you fill the room with golden memories of love!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.