|Reviewed by William Haynes
|hauntingly sad but also beautiful|
|Reviewed by john salmon
|beautiful imagery, could see your song clearly,angelic beings helping, wonderful poem.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|'Tears spilling from my eyes fell as violets at my feet, but then I woke; they turned to stone'---- I love this words!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Jerry Engler
|Very powerful and poignant poem. You made me feel that I share in your situation. We all are caught between the struggles of angels. Your craftsmanship and simile are excellent, well done...Jerry|
|Reviewed by Stephen Pollard
Your crafting of imagery is excellent, weaving through scenes and
feelings as you move along with the story. You are absolutely excellent.
|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
This is a beautiful offering. Death is never easy to accept. Angels provide peace and hope amid the sadess.
Thank you for sharing your work; this poem is a treasure.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I have stood and had similiar dreams Leann and wondered if they were not messages from the souls of those we so miss. Communications may not be as easy as cartoon character ghosts rapping on walls but...mayhap the energy of souls still does linger and it is only in dreams that we can truly feel their presence. Lovely write, look forward to more.
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Very emotional piece. Your imagery was perfect. I love the part and thought of an army of angels carrying someone home. A beautiful symbolism. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...floral tears...and concrete memories...held in many wings...return with sadness...in ones dream.
very beautifully written Leann...
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|You are an Angel to have feelings like that, no wonder they visit you in your thoughts and dreams, but check deeply the one mourned they put into your soul, and is shimmering there! ( tears spilled fell as violets at my feet) are shared tears. Very beautifully expressed sentiments. Love and Blessings! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|wrenching and stilling; but then that stone rolls away. .. .illuminating grace.