Tis I in The Lightning (poem) by Rodney Evan Bohen on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 25, 2003

His love for his Indian Princess is breathtaking. The pure raw longing cannot fail to pierce the most cynical heart. I hope he shatters the bonds that tie her captive.

Candy

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on May 25, 2003

your imagery keeps getting better and better...

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

I love this, I could read your poetry forever, so very beautiful and romantic, more than romantic, so full of life and love that shall live forever in your heart and your poetry...

So beautiful,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Dana Matthews (Reader)

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

What charm have you to write this way? To indulge my senses with such splendor and then leave me again to wait on your return. Of course you know; it is my pleasure.

~DAM~

Reviewed by Nicole Lasher

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

:: speechless ::

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

WOW

awesome...to be loved like that sigghhhhhhh

well done, rodney!

((((HUGS)))) and love,

karla. :)

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

Rodney..I'm trembling.. to be loved as you love someone here is the most recurring dream a human heart can have.. from all sides, in all weather.. no holding back, no backing up, no reservations.. this is your stark, naked truth at its most primal.. at its most vulnerable.. at its most beautiful! Ah, yes, I tremble just to think of it..You don't seep in, you pour all over me. You write from a heart that has no rules. I love this. katy.

Reviewed by Josephine Bohen

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

i have no words for the beauty and majesty i see in this, none. be still my heart.
ahem rodney your heart is showing and it is beautiful....
josie

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

well this is awesome Rodney!!

Surrounded by tall trees
Which bend gracefully
In stormy weather
Often break across lines
Leaving me without power
When the air becomes heavy
With impending attack
And visual electricity
Fills the sky
Followed by the crash
Of displacement
One�
One - hundred and two�
One - hundred and three�
One - hundred and�
I count it out
Just to see
How close it was
I let droplets
Of rain fall onto me
And wonder
How it will feel
When the powerful
Lightning
Finally
Hits
Me

Love
Tinka

Reviewed by Zenith Elliott

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

Very nice writing Rodney

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

Rodney, this is a beaut of a poem. Lovely images....wonderful to read time and time again. ~Trish~

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

Beautiful images
and verses
Peg

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

I love it.

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

A gorgeous picture you've painted!

~Joseph

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

wow! amazing write! well done, rodney! :) (((HUGS))) and love, your friend, karen lynn in texas.

Reviewed by Bill Murray

Reviewed on May 24, 2003

Rodney, you are indeed standing tall in her eyes today, with this beautiful, loving poem. Standing tall and walking proud before her eyes. How can she resist. Bill