Spring Of My Soul (poem) by William Bonilla on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on April 29, 2019

MY FRIEND, THIS WORK WAS CREATED A WHILE AGO, BUT STILL...YOU SHARE A PIECE OF YOUR SOUL WITH EACH NEW POEM YOU PEN. AND IT SEEMS YOUR 'POETIC SOUL' IS DOING QUITE WELL. HAPPY SPRING! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on March 27, 2007

Spring gives birth to new life, as does your poem....M

Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)

Reviewed on March 19, 2007

Take some long walks amongst beautiful natures treat and enjoy...
Loved it...

Michael

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on March 18, 2007

Flowers and vegetation can really
fool us into thinking their dead..
Well if your soul aint blossomed
your poetry sure has....

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

I love the smell of dill in a herb garden this made me homesick for spring 70 degrees the other day snow on ground when i woke here in the midwest plaines. I can hardly wait and as our soul yes it takes time to grow.

Blessings happY Saint Pats day William.

Peace,
Joselyn

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

it seems to me you rejuvenate you soul with your creative verve, William ...

well written analogy ...

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

Very inspirational Spring
cleaning of the soul
The soul is much like a garden
Give it lots of spiritual T L C And it will blossom
Just like your garden!!
Excellent poetic view of spring soul
Love And Peace To You Always...Morning star

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

Amazing just amazing...Hugssssssssss

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

Dear William, your soul always blooms in the heart of your wonderful poetry...
love and peace,
Carole~

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

Yip this old soul needs a gardener to keep it from drying out..lost too much water through my eyes me thinks!!

Hell that would a fine line for a poemy!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

Stunning write my friend...I agree with Andy, water and feed it and it will grow! Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

This is a beautiful poem Willian, holly

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

Water it and it will, william..

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

If that onion and rose bush can Spring again, so can you, my friend!

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

Don't you love when come Spring the old wrinkles seems to disappear?
The heart beat stronger and how the toothless lion looks a the young gazelles?
A wonderful time.
Georg

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

I'm with Eileen, your soul must be blooming just fine, dear William -- how else could you write such lovely poems? This one is like an awakening, and I found it to be lovely, too.
Love,
CJ

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 16, 2007

Oh but it must be doing so, for you to write such beautiful poems William! This is a gem!

Eileen

Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry

Reviewed on March 16, 2007

Your soul can do the same. This is a lovely writ.

Thanks,
~D.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 16, 2007

OH sure, rub it in, spring has sprung there, and I hope we are not far behind...next it will be time to complain about the hot weather again...LOL, Ed

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 16, 2007

"Oh How I wish
My soul
could do the same"

Ah yes, William. These sentiments I can relate to completely. You are fortunate if spring is that evident where you are (but that's another matter altogether). Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on March 16, 2007

D’Artagnan's soul. Is this from the Romances by Dumas?
Must go reread. Nicely done, William.

Elizabeth

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 16, 2007

Bill,

Life springs to life, and we see the darkness of winter in our own soul...excellent, yet poignant, write. Hope things are well for you--

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