Dark and Dreary (poem) by Ronald W. Hull on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 16, 2017

thought provoking read!!

glad this piece ended on an upbeat note

never stop writing

m

Reviewed on December 14, 2017

I eat out of cans even now, so that surely wouldn't bother me, but the cold, while I like it to a degree, I definitely don't like the cold biting wind, no matter how warm I dress I freeze my buns off so hopefully if the world goes in this manner, I will be long dead...-e-

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on December 13, 2017

A kool write Ron
enjoyable, I take it you been under the weather?
too much rain Or Snow?
Peace be with you
Merry Christmas

William

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on December 13, 2017

I almost yelled, "hooray!" but caught myself before I scared the bejeebers out of my cat! 'Enjoyed!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Reviewed on December 13, 2017

Here comes the sun. The sun does make us feel better, more hopeful.

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on December 12, 2017

There is also calm AFTER the storm. Well done! Amen, my friend...

Reviewed by Jerri Blair

Reviewed on December 10, 2017

I like the realism followed by optimism.

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on December 10, 2017

Nothing more exhilarating then to see the sun again after a long bout of dark and hunger, I have enjoyed your poetry this morning, hope all is well, thanks for sharing, be well Ron,

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on December 10, 2017

GREAT MESSAGE, BUT YOU'RE PREACHING TO THE CHOIR, RON. I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THE HAND OF GOD THAT KEEPS PARTING THE CLOUDS, ALLOWING THE 'LIGHT' TO SHINE THROUGH. WE ARE KEPT BY 'HIS' MERCY AND GRACE...ONLY! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

I know the sun has a way of making one say "Wow" as you do at the end of your poem, but too much sun can be a bad thing as well, which I suffer from here. Oh, give me a cloudy, dreary, rainy day and let me say "Wow"d!

Reviewed by Linda Collison

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

Futility expressed in poetry is hope.

Reviewed by Eva Pasco

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

May there always be a glimmer of hope.

Reviewed by Susan Smith

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

Great words to be set to music. In the end, you give us hope.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

It may be slim, but I still hold out hope that mankind will come to its senses as far as nuclear war, but those other things are beyond our control. Besides that, climate change may do us in first, and that's something that's still in our power to fix. Maybe i don't have hope after all.

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

the clouds parting to see the sky is the hope

Reviewed by Shervin Hojat, Ph.D.

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

Ron I like the message of hope after all the never ending challenges. You took me there and you took me to see the sun again.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

Okay, I thoroughly enjoyed this latest entry of yours, Ron. "Dark and Dreary," indeed. Eh ...Could happen of course, but I imagine we will all be obliterated by war heads carrying nuclear bombs long before your prediction comes true.

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on December 9, 2017

The swing from gloom to elation at the end is what makes us the humans were capable of being: always hopeful. One can only take your words and know that without a lot of hope, Nature will have the last say and it is mostly likely to be a reminder of our ignoring the sentient and rational abilities our species has always had... obviously as an option. Sad, so many ignore the gift. And yes, to not imagine the sun reappearing is throwing in the towel.