In A Dark House (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 11, 2008

Intense. I know this feeling. No this will not be your end. You are loved by those darlings that bring you burnt toast. They are counting on you also. You have a purpose in life if nothing more than being there for those precious ones. Your poem is superb with intense emotions and honest searching for love in your soul. It's there. I've seen too much of it. Excellent. Liz

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on June 10, 2008

Intense with emotion, Fee. Definitely a sense of loneliness. Excellent work with the imagery here! Love and Hugs:)
Sheila

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on June 9, 2008

a deep sense of isolation in this poem, Felix ...

Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)

Reviewed on June 8, 2008

I feel the lonliness and the sadness of this wonderfully written poem ... I don't know how I missed this poem earlier ... hugs to you, sweet Fee ... Tiana

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on June 8, 2008

I love this, has so many great things about it-the parallels of houses in the wood and stone sense, and in the body housing sense, it touches on both with an eerie sadness and shows your skill at your craft. excellent work, Fee

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on June 8, 2008

Wow, I certainly hope this was just a dream of past revelations!! You have too much to do in this lifetime, you will not be gone very soon, Fee, just know you are loved and thought of everyday.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on June 7, 2008

In the depths of our lonliness, we wonder, we lament, but we keep going...We better eh Fee !!!!
Don't u go disappearing on me.
Excllnt write here.
Cherrypie

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Your words have captured many painful
emotions and loneliness and confusion
But no it does not need to be the end
Remember there is always darkest
Before the light!
Truly unique I love it!!!
Peace Love and Hugesss...Morning Star

Reviewed by Jean Pike

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Your words paint pictures of loneliness, and yet this is so beautiful. I'm in awe.

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

"Close my mind and drift into isolation
Could this finally be the end of me�"

A meloncholy poem that reveals lonliness, but should not be "the end of...". Life is much too precious cancel out; pray this is an imaginative poem, and you are fine, Fee!
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Excellent writing, Fee; bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

You are such a wonderful writer Cuz and I do love to read everything you have to offer. How about a table with some bright flowers a bottle of wine on chill and candles with a romantic dinner just for two. Sometimes we have to make the changes to improve what surrounds us. I am a bit old fashion but I have always believed it takes at least two to make or break a situation. Thank you for sharing a great write.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Words that many share I fear as they sit alone in their homes. You penned exactly what despair must look like. Well Done, Deborah

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Very very haunting yet beautiful in its darness. Love it, Fee!

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Well,, I would not enter this in the 'Poetic Home for Rent' challenge. However, it is not the end,, It just needs to be warmed up some how,,
I think a bouquet of flowers will fill the house with beauty and sweet auroma,,, and a pot of coffee with a few mugs is just the ticket!
Love, Christine

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Such a sad piece, my friend. Wishing you much brighter days, and brighter homes.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Good Morning Fee,
Well now you know when I seen that picture my stomach quinched! I Loved Your Dark Write About Realiztions, and the reality of emotional poverty....oh...goodness......
Embraced ~ Embrass�
Vickie

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

I love the "floorboards" line and the "writing in dust" line - the whole piece flows so well and sets a very definite mood; I thoroughly enjoyed this, Fee! So glad you chose to post it!

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

The emptiness of the room speaks volumes but the poem is excellent and a worthy addition to Jill's challenge.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

Fee, I see that you saw inside my childhood house, although, that chair was facing a walls corner and there wasn't so much light!
To some, this poem will tell them that those horrible years weren't a dream, that it really happened and that it is time to at least try to let it go.
Powerfull, very powerful.

Georg

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

The description works well as a metaphor of isolation and sadness. I like the poem. Maybe you could change the picture: it's powerful, but there is too much light. I think you may need something darker.

Axilea

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on June 5, 2008

Beautiful in its sadness, and I love the photo that you used for this.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on June 5, 2008

i think this is very well expressed--sad, lonely etc. all expressed so well