|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Such beautiful birds with colorful feathers fall to a cold hard place! Everything was fine and then.......bam! This reminds me of some occurences in life. You looked for answers in their lifeless eyes...........I get the visual!
|Reviewed by Katharine Sparrow
|Your contrast from the beginning descriptions to that ending stanza is striking. How very sad!|
|Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo
|Nice poem Regis. I really enjoyed it. Certainly plenty of emotion. You create a painting with your words. Seems to be one of your best.|
|Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi
|One of your best, read and enjoyed many times.
Amour et paix,
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|A very sad vision, whether real or imagined. Your words make it easy to imagine all those colorful feathers, full of life and then the dark surface of the road where they lie, dead. Thank you for sharing, Regis.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Quite some allegory!
Hope you're tip top.
Spring and winter come to everything in creation.
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Excellent imagery in this sad but soulful, heart-rendering piece.|
|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
I assume you are referring to the thousands of birds dropping from the skies in the midwest--look to our own scientists messing around with nature--because they can. If you did mean that it was a lovely eulogy to them.
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|nature's many mysteries at work...
be well, poet,
|Reviewed by Alexandra Midnight
|This is such a great lament to the end of life and beauty. I often question why things like this happen and what was done to cause such destruction and death. Sadly many of my answers come in the form of human actions. Nicely done.
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
|It sounds as if you are goin ghtough a rough patch.
|Reviewed by Jeffenise Robertson
|Absolutely love this.|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Regis, a metaphor expressing our grief and dismay for the loss of those beautiful things in life we hold so dear. "Their eyes less life tell me nothing" captures the mystery of their passing. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Kenny Moon
|Life's snake waits in a tree opens its gob and one more bird is history. I'm sure they fall to rise again in paradise, Regis!|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Birds are like a picture by themselves. Great write Regis.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Regis, I'm late in getting here...and what an endearing write!
This is one that touches my heart, and I love that it is a bit offbeat, so original and wonderfully lyrical.
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Extremely different from anything you've been writing lately, Regis. For me, there's a sense of someone letting you down, as if that person were not who you originally thought him/her to be. Striking imagery in this poem. Love and Hugs,
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|One could read this literally and find it sad and well-written, but I read it metaphorically and find it touching and emotional; like our dreams falling from the sky, plummeting to earth to spatter on the streets...I suppose it is up to us to catch them then. Beautifull written, Regis. Love and hugs, Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|saw a beautiful cardinal recently!
an exotic bird(s) out of this world. Thought provoking write. ~ Morgan
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|I see a lot of dead birds lying in the drainage wash. I wonder if someone is trying to destroy wild life. Very good writing, Regis.
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|And yet the Lord knows every sparrow that falls as well as what lies in our souls. Splendid poetry full of empathy.|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|So sad, and yet so beautiful! Your phrasing is lovely!Stunning picture too! Enjoyed.....
|Reviewed by Poetry Deborah
|Very colourful, Regis...sadness...My fav line is "I look at them on the callous concrete..." Well done, applause...lol|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a peculiar occurrence i've heard happening before ..your vivid description is both beautiful as well as cadaverous ...|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very well written sweet man...sighhh....stay safe and well always...Hugsss,much love too you...|
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|aww..this is sad :( birds fall, hope too in a way...nice write though ! :) good wishes|
|Reviewed by George MacLean Akurunwa
|Powerful capture, thanks.|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Watering eyes...hanky please!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Isn't it tomorrow that the Mayan Calendar ends???? Appropriate poem on this supposed eve of destruction. Sad, interesting and intriguing.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|...and we lose again what's precious and real;
beautifully expressed, Regis, with dignity and control.
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|you've plummeted my emotions right along with these birds upon reading, so much power in words, such mysteries are often the greatest teachers, reminding us there is so much we do not know.|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Thank you for this, Regis. We are diminished by the silence
of even one bird. -gene.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Sad. Great write. Liz|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|I tried posting my review earlier but the computer gods and goddettes were out to get me. I love the poem, well done, and the pic fits nicely to.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Different for you, Reg, with a sad note...still a readable read like all you ever write...e|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Such lovely poetry Reg,even though sad. A few months ago our paper showed birds that fell from the skies without reason. Some call it a sign of the times. Whatever,it is enough to make one shiver with wonder...|
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|Beautiful poem, Reg. FOr the reason, check for violent weather in the atmosphere prior to the fall.
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|But your soul will continue to ask the question. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY SAD............ Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)
|The sadness of the poem is suppressed by the beauty with which its verses are articulated. Great work,my friend, Regis.|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|A fascinating write indeed Laura
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|They poison pigeons, don't they? I think you are referring to birds seeing their own image in high rise glass and, seeing an enemy, attack with deadly consequences when they break their necks.
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|tremendous poetry regis, hauntingly beautiful with just the right macabre, poetic twist....|
|Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks
|very very nice regis magestic, melancoly, a lament.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)