Night Vision (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 6, 2009

There is nothing you can't write about, you my friend think in words constantly ...and beautifully

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

I have daydreamed too many times to count while staring into the glowing embers of a campfire. Your poem evokes feelings of whistfulness, lonliness, and longing. The power of your pen is amazing!

Hugs,
Anna

Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)

Reviewed on June 30, 2009

Beautifully done, this is a wonderful vision. Lady J

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on June 30, 2009

Such a heavy feeling of loneliness here, Fee. Strong visual, though. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on June 29, 2009

Watching a campfire seems to bring out so many memmories...

Carole~

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on June 29, 2009

oh sweet essence of love's bounty yearning within memories embrace!
Beautiful Poem Fee!
Love The Pic Too!!
did you toast marshmallows? I love mine black-ummmm
Love & Inspirations
Vickie

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on June 29, 2009

Fee,

Beautifully imaged, powerfully penned - leaves a feeling of melancholy. Well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, and Happy Independence Day to you!

Karla.

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on June 29, 2009

Greetings Fee,

This poem is a splendorous mixture of sweet & sour. So glad I read you today!

Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on June 29, 2009

"Yearning trapped in a plastic lawn chair" - what a terrific line, Fee! I love campfires and can often be found sitting there with my dog waiting for my owls' nightly hoots; they like to talk back and forth to one another and I can't help but wonder if they're divulging life's secrets waiting for me to understand. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem.

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on June 29, 2009

Fee, this is written from a romantic lonely heart. Next time you are looking into a fire get up, take your clothes off and do a chanting around it, and make your wishes come true, forget the kisses in the wind, go for the real manifestation!

Loved your poem.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 29, 2009

I just wrote a campfire poem, too; truly one of my favorite things to do - staring into its mesmerizing flames.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on June 29, 2009

To be a little jocular about it...you wrote this poem with Viagra? the color seems a familiar one with all those ads!

Georg

PS. Leather and Lace? you gonna kinky on your old years yet.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

Any kind of fire gives one a moment to reflect, keep sending out those kisses on the wind, ya never know what might return...ed

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

this is truly beautiful and though it is also sad--there seems to be some peace as well--the best to you, my friend-

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

Soft and mournful as a train in the distance. Very beautiful, Fee...

Lin

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

This was truly beautiful Felix...really beautiful...

Allen

Reviewed by K. Mulroney

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

So very a visual piece that I could smell a faint smoldering ember and the distant flicker of firelight. You have brought the reader to sit next to you in the night and your poetic thoughts. Just nice writing!

Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

Magnificent piece, Felix. It has just that right hint of longing.

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

Beautiful images. Sad.

Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

Hi Fee, a kiss on a breeze that spans time and space! I like that, my friend. Something from infinity to infinity. Thank you for sharing this....

In Spirit,
Bear

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

....solitude at a campfire seems to stop time for a bit where thoughts and dreams tick from within....so very peacful...with a trace of sadness...... hmmmm that fire looks sooo inviting!
Hugs,
Christine

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

This is a very sad poem, Fee. I envy the people who have exactly what they want. I keep thinking if they can do it, then why can't I? ~ Sara

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

Great writing, Fee; well penned! BRAVO!

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

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

I think like this all the time, too, and I think sitting alone makes these kind of thoughts touch the heart even more. It is worse when the love is there and much else seems pointless without it. Heartfelt poem, indeed.

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on June 28, 2009

Fee,

Absolutely wonderful. Nothing is better than the great outdoors, but how sad the thoughts of your love one.

Mary