Entering Mac Arthur Park (poem) by Vivian L Dawson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Joy Hale

Reviewed on December 1, 2011

An absolutely lovely poem of times remembered, mixed with a sadness of not seeing a loved one again until you meet in the great beyond. Your words tell a beautiful story of youthful love and the angst that often goes hand in hand with young love.

Joy L. Hale

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on November 30, 2011

Vividly brings me to a place where you can feel safe and loved.
Wonderfully written as only you can do that Lady Vivian.

Much peace, love and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Janna Hill

Reviewed on November 29, 2011

And we'll never have that recipe again... The song is in my head now.
This is sad yet so beautiful Vivian.
..Till you meet in that great beyond

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on November 29, 2011

Just a gorgeous poem, Vivian, with profound sorrow and depth of feeling ~

Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)

Reviewed on November 29, 2011

This piece has a very personal tone, the word pictures are vivid, the chronology is precise, your muse must have beeen working overtime. A fine piece of work.

Reviewed by william goldman (Reader)

Reviewed on November 28, 2011

very good VIV, brings back plesant memories.. HG

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on November 28, 2011

I think the last stanza is standout as well. enjoyed ~ Morgan

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on November 28, 2011

This is splendidly written, Vivian
...'melting in the dark' and 'left the
cake out in the rain' from the song
come back to me strongly;
your final stanza is especially poignant.

John

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on November 27, 2011

The title caught my eye.
Glad it did.
What a splendid poem.
Rich with meaning and thought.
And the picture reminds of St Pete.
Yes, thanks for sharing.

db

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)

Reviewed on November 27, 2011

this one puts a richly resonant texture on an old Eliot mixture of memory and desire, a kind of splendid objective correlative abounds in prolific prolixity, and all done without so much as a gush of mush, either... there was an old song they used to sing about the time I was coming of age by the name of MacArthur Park... had a stately rhythm, replete with stringed instrumental accompaniment... I'll read your poem to the strains of that reverie. I enjoyed your poem immensely and will return to it often.

Thank you for sharing.

Roger

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on November 27, 2011

Truly splendid poetry and the scenery is so delightful Laura