|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Dawn, I am not a fence walker...as I have not really looked at it in that light...nor in shadows but I find that there is just enough room there to grow and if I had been forced to that place...then it was all to the good just as it has given you that same opportunity. Excellent write on these "Shades of Gray" and I must thank you for that.
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Yes there are rules however thet forgot to put in the rules for But or Why, when we know in our herat it is the time to change them just a "little". Great write Dawn.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|In our frail attempts to neatly classify everything so as to deal with it without conflict, we overlook the reality. Black and white are the exceptions rather than the rule. Gray abounds and requires adjustments of subtlety from our weary, black and white intellects. Nothing is so certain as uncertainty. A great awakening poem Dawn. Thanks for sharing it my friend. Love and peace to you. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis
|Yes! I wrote a poem about the 'gray' once. The gray has always been a favorite place of mine.|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|I couldn't agree more. We seem to start out wanting to stay in the white, but life itself makes it impossible. Great thought in this piece.
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|gray has depth, neutrality, an elegance of wisdom. - morgan|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Excellent writing sweet lady..well done indeed...have a wonderful and safe day..Hugss|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|all the shades are always there, what changes are the eyes which sees them :) I really enjoyed your expression of this awareness.|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|For me, a solid philosophical insight.
Viewing the far left, and the far right,
as black and white, there is much gray space
in-between the pendulums swing
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You express profound truth and wisdom about this life/world within your verses, Dawn. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by David Maclellan
|I am intrigued by the last stanza Dawn. If black is evil and white is pure good, then one would have to say that we all reside in that grey zone.
Trying to stay in the paler shade
|Reviewed by Michael Madden
|So very, very true.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Philosophically enlightening and enhanced with a fantastic photo...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|"...rarely is anything so easy..." - indeed, Dawn.
Grey murk holds and often masks the truth, the area of real, not always attractive but where it's at.
And the truth helps us grow, we get closer and closer to understanding.
Very well expressed.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|And one does grow.
I remember walking to school and playing in the playground on a grey foggy day with the clouds just above sight level. Yet always on foggy days it meant the sun was on his way and by playtime at dinner, the sky was blue and we'd live life to the max, as if that was the only moment in time that really mattered.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Words to live (and grow) by, Dawn. -gene.|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Most of life, I have found, actually unfolds in the gray area. The black/white paradigm is actually more of a political- social engineering construct to divide the masses and manipulate opinion. Good poem indeed. Enjoyed.|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|I love that gap, I do not live a life that is black and white, it's elementary my dear Watson..awesome poetry, Dawn.
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|YOU ARE RIGHT...I BELIEVE THAT IT IS IN THE 'FOGGY PLACE', WHERE WE RELENT AND ADMIT WE JUST 'CAN'T UNDERSTAND', THAT GOD IS ABLE TO BEST 'GUIDE' US. THANK YOU, DAWN...FOR A LOVELY OFFERING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Yes! Yes, yes, yes yes!! That gap holds so many offerings ~ YES!
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Ah, Thanks alot! (Said with great sarcasm!) :~) I just want you to know that I was happy in my space of hating gray. Now, because of your poem, I have to take another view of it and reconsider my dislike for that foggy gray space.
Maybe the reason I have had a dislike for that foggy gray is that I have always equated it with being in limbo and the stress headaches that brings. But in the end, I see the truth in what you write, for in battling to be in the black or white we grow by learning to choose and fight for what we want, be it black or be it white or any other color for that matter.
Thought provoking poem... all of that from your succinct gray poem.
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|"The gap...that foggy space" is the place where creativity lays in wait. In wait to pounce up and grab us as we linger there. I love this poem Dawn!
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|I think that old bumper sticker said it all..."Question everything"
Nice write. Love the picture...
|Reviewed by YADUVANSHI NEHA
|i agree with your views...|
|Reviewed by John Domino
|Nice poetry! It makes one think. I am an extremist. I cannot do things half-way or at least that is not my nature. Lately I tend to be on the religious right. God place be here and here I stand.
Love, peace and blessings,
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
How right you are. Rarely is anything simply black/white but odd shades of gray. Great write, as always.
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Dawn, I really like this, as there is so much truth in your words, I saved a poem from another poet about shades..I will have to email it to you~
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|interesting and thought provoking-i like it!|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|The bridge you chose to put up tell much. Once crossed things sometimes change even when we try to get back to the other side. Nice complication of life in general and life hanging in the balance.|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Interesting.-- Fences, boundaries, restrictions-- without them there would be confusion. Even a fog horn warns us of danger. Life can't be lived to the extreme to prove you are not dull but only foolhardy.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Yes those who refuse to understand that rules sometimes have to bend are those who restrict their lifes to the mundane..,