Natures Mating times (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by ROCK-Salt! Proctor

Reviewed on June 29, 2006

Like sister RHO, says: Spectacular!!!

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on June 27, 2006

Awesome poem to compliment that fantastic picture Eileen!

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Regina Pounds

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

Such a beautiful picture and powerful poem, Eileen.

Wonderful indeed.
Gina

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

A wonderful weaving of light and dark. For some reason--maybe gravity--the moon has more influence over mating. This one's a sleeper.

Which reminds me my next will be even stiffer. And I wouldn't stiff ya.

Ron

Reviewed by A. Santo (Reader)

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

Balance is everything. The non stop cycle of life is between the dark and the light. You have a fabulous comprehension of that and this writing proves it beyond a doubt.

Soon time comes to illuminate
It appears clear and bright
Yet still in corners adumbrate
A shadow of the night .... Indeed. :)

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

Beautiful package Eileen!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Paul Williams

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

A beautiful write Eileen and equally beautiful pic.

Paul;-)

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

Eileen,

Spectacular write and picture; very nice, Eileen! BRAVA!

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

It was nice to talk with you the other day! :) Good hearing your voice! :) Hope it cools off there soon! :)

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

Eileen,

The poem and the pic are spectacular; well done!

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

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

An absolutely AMAZING poem and a picture to match it!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandoe Amgel :o)

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 26, 2006

What a marvelous picture, and a fascinating poem, Tiger Lily.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

A masterful write to equal that unique pic..

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

The absolute ying and yang here on earth is the darkness and the light. One cannot exist without the other, yet they must yeild to one another, neither having the power to completely overtake and rule the sky; they have had to agree to forever share that space. The beauty of their dance of give and take makes for my two favorite times of day...sunrise and sunset. Fabulous poem, Eileen.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

Eileen, the only word I can think of to do justice to both the photo and your poetry is SPECTACULAR!

Praying you are feeling stronger and more refreshed each and every day!

love always, Rhonda

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

Alas the light begins its day <--- Brilliance....

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

Beautiful work and I too love the pic. Wonderful a pleasure Eileen.

Joselyn

Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

Beauty from your quill..! Thanks Eileen

Xxx dove

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

What everyone else said...you have done it well...Ed

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

Eileen
I love the delicate balance and proximity of the Light and Dark..
A microcosm of the much wider eternal battle between Good and Bad...
Your muse is soaring to new levels, and that photo leaves me speechless...
Love and Harmony
Peter

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

Absolutely gorgeous write, Eileen! Savin' this one. Love the balance of light and dark in a dance. A great analogy of life this is and it ends with HOPE. Brava! (I snatched a copy of that incredible pic. Can you find out who the photographer is?)Applause, applause...

Lin

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on June 25, 2006

Some kind of writing you have ammassed within the confines of THIS little ditty, Eileen. I'm liking your, oh I don't know if it is new, poetry, but somehow you seemed to brush the words with a little stiffer literary brush and I like the hell out of that. Excellent point here about the neverending light. Just when things look the darkest . . .