The Troubadour (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on May 19, 2008

great piece Eileen, I try to read as much as I can, my problem is I have too much to say, it comes out in the form of verse, I can't quit writing, things come to me and I write them if they're not too mean. I write a lot about love, I was with my dysfunctional family this weekend and the love I write about saved me from going the other way with some of my foolish family members, and some of them had the nerve to drink alcohol, can't give Indians fire water, hugs

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on May 19, 2008

A needy relationship, but a beautiful one...I could feast on your words all day long. They always give me something to think deeply about.

Cryssa :~)

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on May 19, 2008

I must say Eileen This and outstanding piece
True we must feed upon each others praises, comments
and reviews, we must respect each other work
And now I must get up on my feet and do my share,
for I have slacked down a wee.
Love & peace

William

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

Eileen, what you have done here...establish the connection between poet and reader is wonderful...and the verse...beautiful.

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

Astute!!!! Your grasp of the obvious and the ability to articulate it ... I am in awe.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

i sure enjoyed this! And these relationships are what truly make writing have value

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

Funny, last night I listened to the archive recording of Billy Collins reciting "You, Reader", which speaks into exactly this situation, Eileen. Indeed, I wholeheartedly agree: the poetic process goes on indefinitely... from the moment it leaves the author's mind and pen, whenever it is read, spoken or thought about by the minds that interact with it, it lives and grows. Love this way of thinking. Mutual and organic. A symbiosis. Bless you. Kate xx

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

Hope you are not writing about me. ;-) But then again, I do. Sounds like something someone would say in a marriage ceremony.

My vacation broke my usual weekly offering. And then last week, my poem wouldn't post until Monday. This week is about the universe -- strange coincidence.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

Such an empathy you exhibit here. Poetry, in all of its colorful enigma, is fast becoming a moot point, though, in this changing world. But, still, there is an undeniable connection that happens between two souls when they read each other and connect. OIftentimes its better to read a soul than to experience it face to face.
Blessings ...

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

The poet writer- reader, marriage - usually, a very good one, indeed.

And I love that pic.

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

Poetry does not exist without this symbiotic relationship. And you explained that so creatively in your beautiful poem. A masterful job. May peace be always with you. JMW

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

The poem captures it all so well. Excellent write......M

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on May 18, 2008

When it will be the time to put the poets on the danger list?

Georg

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

Explained so well, poet!

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

Eileen, you are the poet of all poets
your words inspire..
With much love
Ron

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

I agree, E.T.; the beauty of the poem, which the poets try to write, is truly in the eye of the beholder, the reader. Words take on different interpretations by each reader, and they (words) become realities...
I behold beauty in your words, dear friend!!
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

*grins* this made me

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

And may this always be true! So mutually fulfilling. Sometimes I think that the real poets are the readers, for it is their muse who sings our words (probably better than we do). I love this one.

Ted

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

This is unique of beauty and inspiration...well done!!
Love,Christine

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

Yes, you have it all strung together correctly and very well penned. REally an awesome write. Liz

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

"He bleeds words all over the universe like rain," < < <

From the opening line "The Troubadour" sings to glow.

In respect,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

AWESOME connection between Creator, Poet and reader - excellent, Eileen! Love the image, too. :)

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

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

A great write my friend, I do believe that a poet sees things differently than others, especially nature...with a deeper appreciation not just the surface...well done indeed!
Blessings,
Joyce B.

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

You said it Girl! Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

U always do creative & beautiful at one time in each poem, just as you've done herein...ed & RUFUZ

Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

Truer words never spoken...nice.

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

Awesome write I agreed Eileen
Every time I look at the skies or mountains
Natures beauty, words flow in my mind
Making me feel like a addict of poetry
Beautiful write!!
Peace Love and hugessss...Morning Star

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

Truly lovely writing and picture, Eileen; a stunning combination~ Very nice; brava!

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

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on May 17, 2008

Beautiful creative write Eileen, Beautifully done and so true. Love, Bonnie