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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
5/7/2009 |
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| I like your style of writing. It is so informative. Our pear trees are blossoming along the streets in Harrisburg now, just as you described them. The song of nature is so sweet as you say too. God Bless you and your wife too. Lois C. |
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| Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford |
5/2/2009 |
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You are a truly gifted poet Jon. You bring the visual into your works which is so essentital. It separates the novice from the master. You're the kind of poet I want to feature at my website.
May your pen never run dry.
Blessings,
Marcia |
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
4/20/2009 |
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You brought this visual poem to life with the beauty of your words, like a painter does with a canvas...splendid writing Jon Michael.
love and peace dear friend, Carole~ |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
4/18/2009 |
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Jon,
Beautifully, lovingly illustrated in verse - well done!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
4/18/2009 |
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Jon,
This is rich and vivid, fully alive, full of being and becoming; that 6th line, "gaping beaks screech the melody of hunger" is outstanding and I'm envious I didn't write it, but a great poem doesn't rely on just one line to carry it, it needs them all, and you, my friend, have delivered. Excellent work!
John |
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| Reviewed by Tabitha Carter |
4/18/2009 |
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| You painted it magical, again, Jon! Wish the tweet tweet was there for ya! |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/18/2009 |
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Soon there will be food in abundance for all as the season progresses. Such profound beauty within your words of observance...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
4/18/2009 |
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Sorry there is no serene song of spring. The beauty you describe is unbearably remembered in this bland, almost seasonless existence. The only respite is the varied song of the year round mocking bird who imitates every other love song for his mate this time of year.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
4/18/2009 |
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"Wild pear blossoms spin and float
white beauties with pink blush"
Oh my, this is stunning.....wow! Scented words of beauty is this gem of a poem.
Love and Blessings
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
4/18/2009 |
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| VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
4/18/2009 |
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| Jon, I grew up in an area where pear, peach, cherry and every other blossom were blankets upon the hillsides like clouds floating directly from heaven, where spring lasted an eternity, and all the life and twitter as you described it so beautifully. A full deck of spring cards you handed out here, I could smell the air, thanks for the reminder! Blessings! Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace |
4/18/2009 |
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As always....lovely writing sweet Jon...have a wonderful and safe day..Hugss
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
4/18/2009 |
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| Ah Spring is bursting forth over most of the land and ain't it grand. |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
4/17/2009 |
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| Stunning imagery in this! |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/17/2009 |
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| i can just about smell the sweet aroma of your imagery ... very vivid ... |
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