|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Hauntingly beautiful. Such a feel for the old woman and her sorrow. Liz|
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|Add yet another BEAUTIFUL to the stars in your poetic crown!
How empathetic you are! How adept at putting readers t h e r e.
We feel the inscription in the cold stone and hear the snow crunch under our feet. The umbrella, the tears. . .sadness and the rush
B R A V A !!
xOx Phyllis xOx
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|I really enjoyed reading this piece and discovering the finely chiseled portrait of a woman in the graveyard. And the ending is simply breathtaking!
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Amazing how One glance can produce
a scene worthy of a created piece
and you have done so
Thank you for sharing
most enjoyable read
Love & Peace be with you
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|I always look forward to your poems!
Reminds me of a beetles song.
Yet, this may sound weird. But just up road I spend many hours in a church grave yard, enjoying the peace and lamenting of the gentle folk whose bodies now reside in the church, built in 974, but you can only read graves from the 1100's due to weathering. Death's only a beginning anyhow. Like you, I get inspired in that church and yard, with its ancient yew trees of 4000 years or more.
You never disappoint youngen! xx
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|What a wonderful and deeply affecting slice of life...and death.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|Striking images, Sheila! I'm glad you were inspired by that cemetery and woman, so you could share this piece with us. Depth of emotion: a mix of sorrows and realities. A fine write, my friend. ~Hugs, Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|This is a beautiful gem, Sheila!!! The imagery is sad and haunting, but you know I've seen the same thing many times. In my youth I feared cemetaries, now I find them peaceful. Loved it!
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Sheila, you paint this portrait so vividly and with such delicate care...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|the last line is perfect, flowered respects merely color the gray. excellent, Morgan|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Such a strong, vibrant sense of presence - yours,
the place, the figure of the woman - creates the
absolutely evocative atmosphere and spiritual dimension
intended. i'm saving this, Sheila.
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Sheila, your work always carries the neon class of the field with your beautiful rhyme and meter. I am never disappointed.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|"flowered respects merely color the gray" - beautiful finale to poignant and flowing narrative, Sheila. You take us there and I find that simple image of the woman delicately touching the tip of her cane to stone and glancing skyward deeply moving. A telling detail. As always, fine and sensitive work. xx|
|Reviewed by Jason Wise
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Ah, this is soul-stirring, Sheila. Your words form verses that flow into me as I read and leave their impressions like an artist's paintbrush upon canvas. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love, hugs, and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Expertly done, never mind the rhyming scheme, Sheila. I live about a block from and "old" cemetery. There are graves there from the eighteen hundreds.
You tender poetry concerning the woman and the secrets within this hallowed place was excellent.
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|I have seen some of the most elaborate head stones that people apparently with plenty of money could afford but the grief and mourning is just as simple and profound as you have depicted.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I do love cemetaries especially old ones, they have such an unearthly charm and remind me that yes I am mortal and my day will come soon as well. You captured the essence of your subject truly well shiela...great piece of prose.
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Lovely writing sweet lady as always...stay safe and well..Hugsss|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Glorious poetry Sheila! Wow!!!
You confront mortality in an intimate way, and with tears and colors reach our hearts where the feelings come alive to contemplate.