The Quiet Dead of Night (poem) by Susan K. de Vegter on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

Enigmatic......luscious......breathtaking......

:-)

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

I wish the pillow held me
So I would feel wanted
Beautiful write Susan
Love & Peace be with you

William

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

I always hold one of my pillows close to me...hugging it while I sleepwith my head on the other!!

A way of feeling loved and secure!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

I love my comfy pillows. They eventually get warm.

Walt

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

The heart is there, the desire calls out....joy comes in the morning...well written piece Susan.

Allen

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

A most passionate poem, and a most captivating graphic, Susan.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

The lonliness of a dreamer and romantic at night is one of ultimate sadness...for to breath and smile we need romance and love in our lives and in our arms. I could feel the yearning and sadness crammed into this short but dramatic write dear Susan..lovely.

fee

Reviewed by F William Broome

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

Loneliness makes us different persons... aching for life with another.
Your words bring this out... starkly... and we find them unforgettable.
You cram a lot of wallop into your brief poems!
- Bill

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

Susan,

A c h i n g l y penned loneliness...exquisite!

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

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

Well, now, Susan. I think you melted my computer! LOL Very passionate write to wake up to this morning; very well penned! BRAVA!

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

Love the pic!

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on January 4, 2008

Gorgeous heart & soul tucked under many pillows _ This stays with all who read_evol..~..Ted

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

...solitary sleep...becomes absent...when held in the arms of a dream.
John

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

a passionate dream is worth its loneliness and can lead us beyond its boundaries ...

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

I love this Susan, very well stated..I do this all the time..lol
Peace, love and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

You capture the moment to perfection! Something we all experience one time or another!

ET

Reviewed by Pierre Ortega

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

An ode to lonliness and sleeping alone, A wonderful prayer for rescue.... I can feel you in this.

Love, Pierre

Reviewed by Brittany Ren�e

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

Sensual without sexuality (which is such a beautiful and pure way of expressing the aches of love). Although my tongue was aching to rhyme at the end at the 8th line, and groped its hopes beginning of the 9th then fell in a drought at the last word. That sounds ridiculously harsh, I'm aware, but of the ones I've read tonight - I feel I like yours best. Very feminine, without feminism. I give it a thumbs up!

Reviewed by stan nassano

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

been there, a very poignant write,nicely done Susan,
stan

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

we can be transported in our dreams to the places we cannot be yet long to be..........this took me into your mind.......
pax A

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

In dream world
You're never alone. . . . .
Truthful honest feelings are shown
Like opening up your home.
'The Quiet Dead of Night' Great line for a title!
Doug

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

Well said Susan. Well said indeed.

Reviewed by Southern Justice (Reader)

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

Magnifisence, "SJ"

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

Solitude in the night . . . Underneath lonely sheets . . . Wometimes it is a fright . . . When you stiil feel the heat . . .

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on January 3, 2008

a very poignant telling of the lonliness of sleeping alone-i am used to it now, but i remember