The Love that went (poem) by Georg E Mateos on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 9, 2009

Georg, thank you! What lovely words for a love that came alive and grew then had no hope of going any further than the words written between two people, a man and a woman that both knew, from the first word, that their lives would always remain three thousand miles apart.
Thank you, my friend.
Mark

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 7, 2009

IN THE BRIGHT LIGHT OF YOUR FRIEND'S MARVELOUS BLESSING...ONE WOULD PONDER OVER...A LOST. DONE WELL AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on October 7, 2009

Oh how sad to have missed the object of your heart, now reduced to a dream. Excellent poem. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 6, 2009

A warm endearing feeling flows through this wonderful poem Georg,with a bit of bittersweet to cause a few tears, lovely work!

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on October 6, 2009

Wonderful parallels here Georg. All those running girls and I was wearing walking shoes. Patrick

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on October 6, 2009

Georg, I love the feel and rhythm of this gentle poignant piece...
beautiful!

Carole~

Reviewed by Ankin Timourian

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Great visual effects - I see summer flowers floating in the air and following the innocent girl, attaching themselves onto her cotton dress and together they vanish into the thin air of past...
Very beautiful, Georg, but sad.
Hugs, Ankin

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

I love the imagery of this piece! And the allusion to some of the old ballads which haunt my mind.
Cryssa

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

The title and image work powerfully together, Georg. Like the old "red wheelbarrow on a white canvas", thing, the picture of the running girl in her floral cotton dress shoot like an arrow through the unfolding emotions in this write, carrying our hearts with it. She is fleet whereas the observer is stuck in his timewarp of regret that moves through all the seasons. Very strong writing here! :)) xx

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Well Georg, go and do it, go kiss that running girl, even if it is in your dreams...I love this poem and the music, oh my so lovely.

Peace, love, and light,
Amber V

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

...but she is still running in your mind amongst the flowers that have gone, but too remain...such sadness in this stunning heartfelt poem!
Christine

Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Grabs right onto one's heart. Beautifully written Georg.
Blessings on Your Day,
Marcia

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Very poignant and wonderfully penned Georg. Regret yet tinged with joy not to be forgotten.

Reviewed by Ray { The Great Canadian Buzzard }

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Wonderful write Georg, I enjoyed it

My father told me, "a man must get ten slaps before he gets one kiss" , I think I'm dew for a kiss

Have a great day
The Buzzard

Reviewed by Jerry Engler

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Such a touching poem so uniquely put together, so sad yet so vividly put together as to give some type of nostalgic joy that is difficult to explain. The touches of season and warmth of the girl are real, but with the unusual photo, it lends a feel that the memory is set in stone and gives a coldness to the writer. Very intriguing, Georg.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

One of my all time favorites of yours old buddy. This is fantastic and sooo special. Definately submittable.
Fee

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

I sense regret in these beautiful, poignant lines, Georg - effectively penned. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

�now how can I open the locked vault which contains Romantic Poetess at such a time as this? Graying whiskers growing a master piece of a man whom shall be placed upon the thresholds of crimson�s lips which will seal those ole dreams of faded cotton dresses dancing in the wind�
with the depths of darkness as my shroud of hidden spies:

Sincerely Bound By Incantations,
Poetess Victoria...The Dark Pestilence of Romance
Archaic Mistress of Caliginous Temptations

I dearly enjoyed the youtube video...

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Georg,

Absolutely gorgeous poem. Talking of the changing seasons and a love slipping away.

Mary

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Regret, could not have been more profoundly expressed in lines more beautiful, and the sculpture, what a combination. This Georg would make a great combination to hang on the wall framed of course.
Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by David Hightower

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Georg - Love the sculpture that perfectly reflects your words. You capture the melancholy of the passing season and the melancholy of the changing seasons of life. Especially liked those last three lines:

for all my lost summers I have a regret,
because that music make me to remember
that I never kissed that running girl.

- David

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

for all my lost summers, I have a regret

I think something many can relate to, brother.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

very lovely

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Such images and heartfelt sentiment, Georg.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

GEORG MATEOS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU FROM ALL MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUR MOST TALENTED POETRY!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN READ YOUR POEMS EVERY DAY TO BRING BEAUTY IN MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 5, 2009

Wonderful write, Georg; well done! BRAVO!

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