Transitions (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 14, 2009

Eileen,
This seems to give power to the idea that we never do really know someone. Some great lines in this poem! Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 14, 2009

without these brief introspection forays, our transitory journey through life would prohibit our emotional growth -- our self worth needs to be on a parallel path with reality and the mission we serve -- this is a powerful view you have penned -- it can serve all that examine its worth -- may love grace your life with peace and joy my dear friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on March 10, 2009

An interesting write...
Cryssa

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 10, 2009

As always sweet lady beautiful writing..have a wonderful and safe day...Hugss

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 10, 2009

your shape-shifting ways have caught
us in a journey of actions insane

Most interesting, Tiger Lily.

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

great expressive verse Eileen and if it was me I would care, but some won't and don't, hugs

Reviewed by Suzie Palmer

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Oh and we keep on loving....!!
How is that possible Eileen?
Oh to love that can never be taken from us as its bursting within, always, is us, in abundance!
When we go within, we never go without... Let's love ourselves more and see what happens!
Here's to higher Love lovely Eileen!
Love, Suzie :-D

Reviewed by Carin Spirit

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Eileen - This is a wonderful poem, as I read again, then again, so many different emotions. 'is this self delusion, or is it truly
an apparition obstructing my way' Gives one reason for pause. Warmth and Love to you, Carin'

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

I've missed reading your work; I need to get back into the "swing of the Den"!

"eerie voices sounding like a monks
mantra seduce my befuddled senses" are great lines!

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Powerfully emotive write, Eileen; hope you are okay! You are ever in my prayers/thoughts! Very well penned; brava!

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

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

One day to break free and the light surroundin will surely shine brightly forever....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Eileen,
This is a challenge to self, to all our selves, and unless we go though it the chances are we don't emerge into the light. I love where you go with this, always thoughtful, always felt.
John

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

I really do hate when Jasmin takes the words of my mouth or this case the ink tank.
But I will say it anyway. It is not the chant of a butterfly but the mortified complain of a moth talking to the flame.
Nice done sis.

Georg

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Love that word 'lambent'
Lucent, luminous, aglow, kinda like yur personality chum.
I'd like to know who this 'you' is, (unless of course it's just a generalization of loves intrigues) cause I'd perhaps have to kick some booty. Great imagery in this!
Blessings ...

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

This is powerfully emotive, Eileen, hope it's just the Muse and not your reality. Said a prayer for you, will continue. Well done.

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

Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Hi Eileen, A write that one of my sisters needs to read. As always, your pen is sharp and ready.

In Spirit,
Bear

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

morphing into a butterfly from the chrysalis, till the light breaks through and you fly away with wings of beauty and winds of song as beautiful as the one I just hear, the one you send, beautiful combination and fusion of sound and beauty notes! Just don't break the mirror with the other person in it, you are changing, or will be.
My compliments! and Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Sad Eileen

Reviewed by Cynthia Buhain-Baello

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Hi E.T. Waldron,

How beautifully romantic this poem is. I love the last lines. Excellent write!

Cynthia