|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
I'll take this poem with me tonight, because truly, it is just what I needed to hear.
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki
|This brings a bit of sadness to reality because it IS this way
in so many areas of life. An image well penned indeed.
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|How many times does this happen to me. short terse poetry.|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Points really well made here, Diana, and the result is also very good poetry. Concise, sharp and thought-provoking. We so often miss the obvious while pondering the obscure and unlikely. I am perhaps doubly taxed, generally experiencing both simultaneously! :)) xx|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|A unique version of "stopping to smell the coffee" ...nicely done, Diana...
|Reviewed by Asa Seeley
|here is the prime example of one who can't see the beauty of his own garden because he's too busy looking at somebody else's garden. thanks
|Reviewed by jude forese
|been there ...
cleverly expressed ...
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|"Here Is" wisdom for all *Diana*
as You successfully summed it up
concisely while grabing attention!!!
|Reviewed by Valerie Crader
|I like "Here Is" Your mind is pulled back to stop and smell the roses.|
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|We must always be aware, for if we are not actively aware we miss what we are told. Quiet your mind, see... quiet your mind, listen..., quiet your mind, feel..., quiet your mind, sense... for they will always try to get your attention :)
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Cleverly written poetry of life’s distractions Laura
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Many takes here. And (I'm sure) each personality will squeeze something different from it. For me a droll spin on one of the facets of hyperrealism- that physical objects continue to exist even when we're not looking at them. Being fully cognizant is frightfully difficult. haha enjoyed! richard|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I think it's called distraction. We are all a bit distracted these days and don't see the forest for the trees until one of the branches smacks us in the face.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Psychological poetry is awkward to write I have found, but you have managed to put it all together here and the meaning is perfectly clear.|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
to stay aware of all thats going on around you, good write.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Oh yes, some people go through life with blinders on. This poem is a wake up call to live in the moment...
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|An arresting call for the mind to remain conscious, allowing the sentient gifts to remain alive, rather than succumb to a societal malaise of anesthetization through the smothering effect of mediocrity. Subtle and poignant.|