|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your words certainly give the reader pause for reflection, Amber. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Amber when you write something so melancholy I know you must be in pain for you are always so positive. Sometimes a glimpse at the pain will be the greatest poetry you ever write because it reveals the depths of the soul.|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|I hope not pretty lady. You are still a very pretty face. I loved the writing too........GOD BLESS YOU
|Reviewed by RWEHAVING FUN
|There is a crowning irony here that coalesces in a bleak kind of poetic justice that is acutely blind to the erosion of passivity. Your poem implodes with full force as the sibilant of life comes into a final fricative contact with its "t"erminal stop. Sound and sense combine with full force to make this a dazzling diatribe on the dangers of ennui and mediocrity. Meddlesome! madame! Very Meddlesome!|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|A poetic descent into darkness, sadness here, written very effectively!
What feels really good every day is a bright red dress with polka dot stockings.
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|I think we all put on our Sunday best at times, but it wears off at times...M|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Hindsight can be 20/20..but
foresight can give you plenty
for the seeking..see You on
the path beside many *Amber*
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|We should never "pretend" to be something we are not
It isn't healthy as you well know. "Each month drags,"
as your own body drags and your chi no longer flows
and you are out of balance within yourself
Excellent description of all the emotions that can
drag you down not being yourself.
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)
|Wave after wave, life goes on and on, always looking new and fresh to you, inspiring you to face the challenge and move on again to tacke a new one. If you are a poet or a writer, the situation is worse. You won´t get rest till you are laid to rest. Always a pleasure to read you, Amber.|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Amber my friend your writing is always best again another Great poem Laura|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I got off the Sunday band wagon many years ago and never looked back. We tend to get so tied up in rituals that we can't see where we're headed. Your poem seems to cry out for a change that only you can make and is really quite easy.
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|a little somber here. (sundresses and sandals...hint hint!)|
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Sounds like me at times,Amber...Enjoyed.
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Life is too short to wait that long..I dress for each day, giving thanks, even thru the tougher ones :)
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|sunday being a day of rest is a fairly recent idea anyway, and the older we get the faster the time seems to fly, unfortunately we spend most of our time either gaining sustinence or using the sustinence or resting to gain it again.
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|nope, you find a way to live simply and drop out of the crazy :)|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Somber, moody and sad poetry you have given us this Sunday morning, or maybe it is "your best." Life, when you really take a good look at it is not all that much to cheer about. I maintain that this whole business of life could have been thought out a little differently by the mastermind who gave it to us.|