Up up and away? (poem) by Regina Pounds on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on November 10, 2008

We all feel this at times and come back to life as ourselves though. Good thinking on this one and descriptive characteristic appeal to all.

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on March 18, 2006

enjoyed the read

Reviewed by Maria Deyana

Reviewed on January 16, 2006

Very nice and sweet!

Regards

Maria Deyana

Reviewed by Pier Tyler

Reviewed on October 21, 2005

A fantastic and cute write.

Reviewed by Safi Abdi

Reviewed on July 14, 2005

hehehe! real fun piece!
Safi

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on May 15, 2005

Delightful write and fun read.

Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on May 13, 2005

cute little write Regina....wonderful!!!!

Reviewed by Franz Kessler

Reviewed on May 2, 2005

poignant and sweet. Franz

Reviewed by Emeka Nwogu

Reviewed on April 21, 2005

Tina

I like this one. I sometimes I feel like a whirlwind.
I want to bring in change amongst the leadership of countries that
had neglected the poor.

Emeka

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on April 18, 2005

hey Gina, a fine tail of a little tale, in the air, watch it! hehe. G

Reviewed by Bob Holt (Reader)

Reviewed on April 17, 2005

I also feel that way often. Then on many days I meet that damn Aflac duck. I wish he wasn't there.

Bob H

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 13, 2005

sometimes i know exactly how you feel ... very cunning little poem ... delight to read ...

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on April 13, 2005

Regina,

Succinctly sweet and perfect - enjoyed!!

Blessings,

Robert

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 13, 2005

Wishful thinking, Gina. Makes me feel whimsical and somehow free. Love it. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on April 11, 2005

Hello, Gina. :) I feel young when I think of ducks, ducklings, quacks and webbed paddling, disappearing under water, without seeing its consequences, or, not caring, just, free-stroking on soft, placid water. The first line, though, shows exactly why the piece is taken with a rye smile of 'empathy' to older viewers of world events and humanistically abhorrant, unbelievable acts of repetitive abuses and never-ending stupidity... Um, sorry, I'm ranting, abit. :) Oh, and then the title, Up to ... where? No more 'beautiful balloons' until feelings overcome thinking...

Still, as a 'wish of weariness', I'm with you...

Yours,
Erin Elizabeth

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on April 11, 2005

Easy To Pretend You Are Not Here-Just Close Your Eyes_

But, To Acheive Peace Of Mind Go In Dark Quiet Room Close Your Eyes & Listen With Your Mind You May Just Hear (God) Pretending He Isn't Talking (Watching) To You...

TRASK

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on April 11, 2005

oh, to be a duck at times...just swim, eat, and quack, swim, eat, and quack...oh, such as the life! :)

thanks for sharing this delightful write, regina; very well done! BRAVA! *QUACK*

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)

Reviewed on April 11, 2005

How wonderful it would be to be not there:) :)

Love from India - Joel -

Reviewed by Paul Williams

Reviewed on April 11, 2005

A lovely whimsical write...would you like some bread lol

Paul;-]

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on April 11, 2005

An esoteric message under the shadows of this poetic enigma in a clear picture of poetized words.

Long Healthy Ctreative Life, Poet!

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 11, 2005

I often wish I were a duck, Regina!

Reviewed by Patrick Talty

Reviewed on April 11, 2005

Dear Gina,

With exemplary brevity and the right balance of tone and theme, you have encapsulated here a mood that most readers would relate to and, hence, enjoy!

This poem is surely a good example of what Ralph Waldo Emerson was referring to when he wrote in his preface to *Parnassus*: "Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity."

Brava, Gina.

Best wishes,
Patrick Talty

Reviewed by Reginald Birch (Reader)

Reviewed on April 10, 2005

I think of you with more of the grace of a swan, but if you want to be a duck now and again who am I to stop you quacking, though certainly no ugly duckling.
Love it,
Reg.

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on April 10, 2005

a cute write

quack quack

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 10, 2005

That would be great....I think I will fly away from trouble if I could fly like a duck...or even hide my head under my wing!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 10, 2005

Regina, A poem full of whimsy! Excellent write!
I've felt this way too!;-)

Love,
Eileen