|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|N i c e !!|
|Reviewed by Milton Handfield
|I wish i could experience those other season. However, i live in a country where there is a tropical climate, summer all year long. Great poem.
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|The cycles of life go on and on year after year . Your poem captures it all nobely with few words......M|
|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|Very interesting. And who ever said that time was a line. Seems to be rather more circular than linear to me, no end in sight. Cheers, J'nia|
|Reviewed by Sukky Fagbohun
|Beautiful and thought provoking.
|Reviewed by Joey Lawsin
|Great poem. Your writings support my theory about duality. I might add some of your pairings in my list,that is if you do not mind?|
|Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams
|Okay, like, computers don't already confound and confuse me. Did my head spin all the way back around yet?
|Reviewed by Victoria Murray
|Hello Stranger~ It was nice to touch base with you again. I see you're still penning out the best poems ever. You are such a talent, my freind! I love your work. "Keep em' coming!"
Happy New Year!
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Hahaha, oh, my god, I love your sense of flexible humor!! Had I not read your explanation, I would never have guessed the meaning behind this un-piece! I think you've just blown my mind, I need to think about this...
Oh, and the real piece is lovely, with these words grabbing my thoughts:
"Growing, dying, snowing, sprouting.
There’s a magic to it all."
There IS a magic to it all!
Perhaps you could post the actual poem as 'The Seasoning of Life II', anyone curious enough to check out this first piece will have a suprise in store for them.
|Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang
|This one leaves me in great thought. I like it though that it makes me think. You have style my friend.|
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|Been here, done that...Excellent write. ~Trish~|
|Reviewed by John Martin
Ode to Sleazy Pop Ups Ads
By J. Vincent Martin
Some of you seemed to have really enjoyed my latest poem, “The Seasoning Of
Life.” Of course, everybody has their own interpretation of the poem. Some see it
as a blank canvas, ready to painted with the colors from deep within ones own
soul. Others see it as an exciting new trend in meaningful verse. So perhaps, I
should share the real meaning of the poem with all of you.
You see, when I originally wrote it, it had actually had words. However, thanks to
some sleazy pop up ad (no fault of Authors Den), after an hour, and twenty
frustrating attempts, I was unable to down load the words to my Authors Den site.
So I guess in reality, my poem is really a statement about sleazy pop up ads.
Now, for those of you who are curious as to what the original work looked like,
here’s the words that didn’t make it:
The Seasoning Of Life
by J. Vincent Martin
Growing, dying, snowing, sprouting.
There’s a magic to it all.
Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring.
Their names we‘ve come call.
For the end is just the beginning.
And there is no end at all
When we say good-bye Summer.
We say hello to Fall.
Red and yellow leaves shall pass.
Then snow will fall and firm.
Then the hourglass runs down once more.
And green will soon return.
Of course, this does leave me with the dilemma, as to whether or not I should
have two poems with the same title. So I guess I’m going to give it a little more
|Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry
Can't write in a spotlight.
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|I did to!!!|
|Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
|I came, I saw, I left without a trace.|
|Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan