Silence Falls (poem) by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 10, 2013

In French, there is a saying, "Apr�s la pluie, le beau temps." It appies literally to a storm's passing but also to happenings in life. Your verses remind me of this. Thank you, Carol. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by audrine max

Reviewed on November 16, 2013

beautiful and soothing... thank you

Reviewed by Mark Huntsman (Reader)

Reviewed on April 23, 2013

Wow Lily this sounds like someone who is really desperate.

Mark

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on April 8, 2013

excellent write
a very scary picture like a tornado in the making
Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)

Reviewed on April 5, 2013

The darkness and struggle against the storm life forces so many times.
It can almost totally suck out the last spark of energy.
How wonderful when we can reach with the last bit of inner force the light, the silence, the inner peace.

Beautiful Carol

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on March 27, 2013

Thanking the Lord *Lily*
that YOU are not silent!!

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Dark Knight

Reviewed on March 26, 2013

wow--quite the imagination you have there

Reviewed by Teresa Walker

Reviewed on March 25, 2013

I held my breath while I read this and released it when I came to the end, with the light. Calm at the end of the storm...

Released from this leash, shining from the light!

Teresa

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2013

To me, this sounds like a person coming back to reality. For this person was clinically depressed, "Silence Falls"....seeing light again. Your poetry is breathless!

Love,

Deborah

Reviewed by pat medlin

Reviewed on March 24, 2013

wow so many people can relate to this on different levels

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 24, 2013

I have never known faeries (I love that word) to reside in a storm, but I detect that this is some sort of nightmare of mixed emotions where you finally begin to pick away at the edges until you see the �light.�

Ron

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on March 24, 2013

this bespeaks of a wanted inner calm
budd

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 24, 2013

The calm after the storm is always a marvelous thing.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on March 23, 2013

~Lily~
Light of life assurance. The silence befalls us only for a moment.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on March 23, 2013

To reach that light and sun and get out of the storm is what so many of us do daily on different levels.

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on March 23, 2013

I love the images you instil in my mind, that some how I'm the person walking in that pic and having your thoughts as you wrote them.
Marvelous probing poetry.

George

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on March 23, 2013

All storms pass with all things. The struggle to survive and hold on is what prevails. Wonderful peom with an erie feel tio it.

Stay well and keep writing

Eddy

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on March 23, 2013

Eerie and mysterious is this gem, Carol. The staggering walk-run toward the center of this person's world is mired with mixed emotions and desire. To what end does this person seek?

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 23, 2013

One should never pick at anything on their person as it is bad for the health...? e