Looking Beyond Tomorrow (poem) by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)

Reviewed on November 7, 2005

Absoluetly stunning!

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on November 5, 2005

An engaging write, Retta. You've captured the essence of bittersweetness, Poetess. Very well done.
Peace,
Carolyn

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on November 4, 2005

That day will come. Wonderful heart touching write.

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on November 4, 2005

This is such a sad poem yet inspiring to go on. What is it that keeps us moving, when humans hurt so deep. "Trees don't lie Don�t say they love you, Then say good-bye!" This really touches the heart. Gorgeous poem! It just flows from your heart! Gorgeous!
Traceyxoox(C :)

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on November 1, 2005

Reindeer,

You write with beauty, style and grace.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on October 31, 2005

I follow them now,
Looking beyond tomorrow,
Hoping that one day,
They can show me,
The way to set my heart free�

..and when they do please tell ME how to do it..lovely poem ..saved it..
pS I love coming to your Den..truly rest my soul here..thankyou dear Retta..
Vesna:)

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on October 30, 2005

Soft and quiet beauty surrounds me,
This is the only place that gives me peace!
Here the trees don�t lie!
Don�t say they love you,
Then say good-bye!

Retta, you always have words that resonate with me. I enjoyed the entire poem. ~~Nordette

Reviewed by Timothy writerwanted@hotmail.com

Reviewed on October 29, 2005

you have struck a chord in each of us with this beautifully worded poem.

God bless,

Tim

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 28, 2005

I can relate to the emotions, the feelings, the meaning of this creation from you, Retta. Thank you for sharing it. May all good things come your way. Love and peace.

Regis

Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)

Reviewed on October 28, 2005

Reindeer, each visit to your remarkable Den is such an experience and treat, yet sometimes I can easily become overwhelmed by the beautiful gift of creation that you possess. This striking piece reminds me of all the frailties that a human being possesses, which unfortunately far too many do not or cannot understand the importance of honesty. An outstanding well-penned composition, and I do thank you for sharing your work. Take good care and be well.

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on October 26, 2005

wish you luck on that free heart Reatta. The brain rules the heart, tell it you want to be free and act it out, no matter how balony, sometimes reality follows phony. Great poeming, truly

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 25, 2005

The eternity of place--the peace. Relationships are but dust when compared to the resilency of nature.

So enjoyed the Indian Summer of my beloved northwoods Wisconsin. With his collar, Dad is up, breathing on his own, talking, and exercising. His sores are healing, and, with time, he may do more than hang on again.

Ron

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on October 25, 2005

Looking forward for the healing in the now often does, indeed, involve looking back. Being rooted and grounded in the who we are, have been, will be is so important when life treats us sometimes harshly and as dispensible. The constancy of nature can help in this healing, too. Your usual high standards of lyricism and sensitivity, as well as beauty in your subject and tone. Excellent as always! TY Kate xx

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on October 22, 2005

An absolute Beautiful write

William .....Love & Peace

Reviewed by Dave Harm

Reviewed on October 22, 2005

the healing powers of Mother Earth can never be downplayed... like the sun, we shall rise up, to once again love and trust... excellent write

Reviewed by Robin Labenberg

Reviewed on October 22, 2005

This was a beautiful tale..

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on October 21, 2005

You've penned a winner here, it reads nicely like a poetic story.

Best wishes

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on October 19, 2005

Eternally beautiful!! Our earth and it can show you
the way to set your heart free.

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on October 19, 2005

This poem groes in meaning each time I read it. It gets richer by the minute. I think if we look deeply into our hearts, we'll find out we already know these things, yet we still wait for a sign of ancient wisdome.

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

Retta:

This one is so well-written. You've met the challenge and beyond that.

Sandie May Angel :o)

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

I always recieve a lot from your potery.
I think me slow though, from getting older..
I love the natural things in life..
Great to read you again..
Hugs......

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

If There Is (Looking) Beyond Tomorrow,i.e. You All Better Make Best Of Today Fore Tomorrow Is Beyond Looking It May Never Come Before Today...

Different For You Romantic Write!

TRASK

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

Greatest response to the challenge, Reindeer! You get my vote!

Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

love is never cruel...god is love...human insistence upon moderating love, qualifying love, adding conditions to lvoe, creates cruelty...your work is always so visual, so graphically pleasing, that even when the topic is sad, the journey itself is a visceral reawakening of the senses...

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

spectacular write and pic, reindeer; brava!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

The Indian in me says;
Stop thinking with your head,
Let your heart show you the way-

Loved this piece, Reindeer, and the heart usually does show us the way, if we let it. Your ancestors were very sage.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

This is beautifully sad, Reindeer. Love is a gift that we give to ourself, we don't get it from anyone else. Sometimes we make poor choices when we decide which ones we will feed ourselves from and when they don't share the feelings we have and we feel lost and perhaps alone. The truth is that we can create those feelings of love within ourselves anytime we wish, with or without a partner; we just have to believe in love and give it to ourself. This is a really nice poem and a fantastic response to the challenge. I love the feeling in this line:
"I trail my hands in fields of wild mustard and sage"
It echos freedom of the spirit and reminds us that this path is for us to walk and we must savor the beauty to be found in each day. Excellent poem!!
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Debashish Haar

Reviewed on October 18, 2005

This is a potent poem, Retta

Calvin

Reviewed by Jeff Mason

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

Retta,
"Venture to the edge" - always! This is beautiful as is all of your work that I've read. -- Jeff

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

if you ancestors cannot, i'm sure you will ...

outstanding poem ...

Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

You have written one of the VERY POEMS I'VE EVER EVER READ!!!!!\
MASTERPIECE AND STAND OO =SUNDERTSATMENT!!!!!!!
PHENOMENAL!

PEACE AND RENEWED SPIRIT OF REAL HOLY JOY AND LOVE EVERLASTINT!
Rich Criso

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

Beautiful work, Retta. Nature is good for the soul, else so many wouldn't be trying to get back to it.
I've missed reading your work.

Love,
Elizabeth

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

Reindeer, you always get all of my juices flowing! This is fantastic and you need to write more;-)I miss reading your superb poetry!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

The graphic grabbed my attention but the words of this write so pure and full of passion of the love of life and the combination of your ancestors leading you into the future was amazing. I can see how this was so well recieved.

Felix

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

Retta,

This is absolutely beautiful. One of your best, and you, my friend, are one hell of an excellent poet. BRAVA!

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

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

What a fantastic response.. Great Indian friends from Dakota were so gentle and forgiving but I sure learnt a lot of their history... General George Armstrong Custer. LOLOL

Man did I see and learn heaps. Of which is not taught in secular schools last I heard.. Or Hollywoodised. The truth is mainly still on the ground.. The real savages were not the Indians..

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

Very well done Retta!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Steve Patterson

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

contest or no, a well written verse.
TX

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

A resonating poem on what a persons heritage means to them and the solace they find in it when things grow dim.

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

Each beat of my heart,
Is but an echo of eternity,
A solemn drum that plays in my head,
Whispering softly;� Play dead��

these lines and the entire poem resonated so much with me, Reindeer. though I don't share your native heritage, I have asked these questions and felt torn between opting out and surging forward. Dawn

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 17, 2005

When this kind of loneliness finds you it is like a silent scream. You want to strike out to those who have made you hurt. It seems that nature is the calming spirit in this set of very well-written words.