Was It Me? (poem) by William Bonilla on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 9, 2006

Very much enjoyed this mysterious write,(who knows, your shadow might have friends who come to visit while you're not looking...)
Birgit and Roger

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on May 2, 2006

I think perhaps...just maybe...your shadow is shy. Maybe through your words he lives as well. There is a whimsical life in this poem..it is your sel fcontrol over living with a slight grim for all of us readers.
I love it!
Susan

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on May 2, 2006

Oops I think it was a Tokolosh thingy....lol!!

Love Tinka ")

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on May 1, 2006

Mine usually flits by making me question if I really saw something or if my imagination is playing tricks on me...but the strong feeling of love that consumes the air that I am breathing lets me know that I am being watched over and protected. Lots to ponder here, William...thanks for the mental calisthenics.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on May 1, 2006

sounds like your oversoul, William ... a glimpse of your self, never to abandon you ...

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on May 1, 2006

Maybe it twas the boogie man, lots of crazy stories of creatures down there in them Florida swamps...ed

Reviewed by Amy Avatar (Reader)

Reviewed on May 1, 2006

I would like to think that
it was your inner self, dear William...
watching over you but definitely
not abandoning you...

Such a thoroughly interesting write...
Made me think and I like thinking...
Amy Ramdass

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 1, 2006

Excellent shadowy write that has many mysterious layers to peel. I've had this kind of experience William, and we know why it chills the bones. It isn't easy keeping the shadows at bay...

Reviewed by c lea harris

Reviewed on May 1, 2006

m m m, I am going to ponder very careful with what I should start with,,such as, this was alittle errrie,,ith ad chills running down my back,,when he was outside your window was a little creepy too, but yet, this was an excellent write because of the way it ended, with was that you as if a friend was leaving,,,sometimes we do wonder if leave ourselves, because sometimes we can feel so alone, and did a part of us go somewhere else, or perhaps with some they might could they left a part of theirselves somewhere, enjoyed this very much,,reminds me of an old poem I wrote years ago, maybe I will put it some time in the near future,,keep your quill full of ink,,dear Sir,,