Perfect Night (poem) by Gene Williamson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 27, 2011

A beautiful, sensuous night by the seashore. Yes, perfect, Gene. ~Elizabeth

Reviewed on April 29, 2009

This is my favorite part of the poem:
Riding moon ripples
we skim the silent surf,
greeted by the rare perfumes and hues
of our secluded isle, a speck
on the globe.

This section of the poem means alot to me, as it reminds me of journeys that we take in life. "We skim the silent surf" creates an image of peacefulness in my mind. To me the words "we are greeted by rare perfumes and hues of our secluded isle" represents the beautiful things that we find in life's journey, as we discover so many beautiful things. I think that the sea is the place which brings you the most joy. I love the way you put all of your words and emotions together in this poem.

Joanna

Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

how come everything you write of the sea swells erotic? every timber is crescendo perfect, arching and worldly and warm salty summer stuff. . .. . how do you do that? i envy the ability ot meld nature as lover and lover as so natural its just breathing itself. . ..
goodness the ins and outs of these lines. . ..

Somewhere the hummmm of a muted horn.
From whitecaps a seductive wind
is warmed by your laugh.
We taste the sea on your lips.

Locked in this perfect night,
we are rapt in the poetry, the rhythm,
the swell and wane of love.

The night is realized,
our star reappears.

At daybreak, a gull�s cry:

i wont even go into all the voodoo doll things my mind echoes back and craetes like castles in the sand.dunes. . .. . hoping some prince will stumble upon foreign shores to claim the throne. . . but good Lord.. you made me ramble...
ramble on.
how come everything you write of the sea swells erotic?
how?

Reviewed by Emile Tubiana

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Dear Gene, What is for you the sea, is for me the breeze from the sea, makes me dream with the starry sky. Emile

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

cool poem mean Gene, a perfect poem to go with your perfect night

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 21, 2009

the sea is our master under the stars of love ...

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 21, 2009

utterly captivating,the beautiful briny in sensually seductive imagery! I love it! Thanks for sharing Gene!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 21, 2009

Spending a perfect night by the sea with the special person in your life is what memories are made of...splendid poem Gene, a keeper

Carole~

Reviewed by Art Hernandez

Reviewed on March 21, 2009

Your thoughts sail us along the oceanic waves and sunshine that gulls cry upon...

nice work Gene...

Art Sun...

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

Reviewed on March 20, 2009

Quite alluring Gene.
The call of the sea "We taste the sea on your lips."
I enjoyed this presentation of "Perfect Night" sure
sounds like it was.

Take care,
Gwendolyn

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

OK, you took my breath away...simply stunning!
Love,
Christine

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

Gene,
As elemental as a Robert Lowell or Wallace Stevens work, there is beauty, love and loneliness here, the isolation of our planet, up to now the only one we know of inhabited with intelligent life or what passes for it, I see this beyond the immediate environs of land, sky and sea, a reach for universal meaning and connection.
John

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

The imagery here is superb!! I closed my eyes after reading and just experienced.....

Myrna

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

What a beautiful dance of words you have laid before my eyes, you never disappoint me Gene!

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

Ah, the sea, speaks thunderously to our bones of the rhythm of life and we sway, and drink deeply of its consuming truth. We know we are alive when we are at the sea. Thank you for this beautiful poem. Blessings and hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by F William Broome

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

..... After reading this wondrous poem,I sit thinking, "And, I thought I could combine love and the night differently. Okay, here I am; still taking notes and learning. Excellent work, My Friennd of Experience! - Bill

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

You have created a beautiful, seductive atmosphere with your carefully chosen words. I especially like that in "We taste the sea on your lips", you chose the word "your" rather than "our."

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

Breath taking..sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....beautiful writing sweet man..have a wonderful and safe day...sweet friend..Hugss
Love,
Chanti Lace

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

the sea -- an ancient call lures us -- love is found and made with the tide -- the surf washes clean our soul -- with the ebb and flow we are inexplicably bound -- masterful write my friend -- wish that I could have expressed this view so poetically -- peace and love -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUR WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

Great write, Gene; well done!

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

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

I close my eyes and you take me off to the whispers of the sea and the breezeas it gently kiss my cheek, what a wonderful feeling. Thank you for sharing Gene.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

Excellent Gene. Very well said my friend.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on March 18, 2009

Gene, I, too am one that constantly feels the call of the ocean. This is beautiful and so romantic.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 18, 2009

So movingly beautiful! The ocean is always calling me closer, ever closer until the day I return....

Be always safe,
Karen