The Last Breath of Midnight (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on October 20, 2006

Tis midnight when he comes alive

sound very familiar..I love midnight etc..Ooooooo

vesna.)

Reviewed on October 19, 2006

The time of night is often the most inpiring of times, Fee. I can relate. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

the poet is the last one to go to sleep because his creative heart insists on remaining awake ... awesome poem, Felix ... i know there are many nights the house light stays on until the dawn suggests it's time to rest ...

Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

wow! REALLY , REALLY GREAT!
TALENT AT IT'S FINEST!
BE BLESSED ',..
PEACE',..
criso, Rich Suarez

Reviewed by Taylor Ryan

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

Well written Fee, from one who burns the midnight oil to another...I love the quiet time.
xo Taylor~

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

A wonderful offering from the masterpoet himself...perfect offering Felix!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

Wonderful sense of peace. (I know what you mean about the t.v. babbling meaningless garbage)...

Chrissy

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

Writing in the silence of the eve is gratifying and even more so when we read our work outloud while the house listens.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

You've set the mood perfectly, Fee. Well done!

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

Reviewed by Paul Williams

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

Ah, the imagery is spot on and you've captured the ambiance superbly Felix.

Paul;-)

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

Fee

Captures the mood perfectly, and sums up the feeling well of the committed poet and writer..

Peter

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

Spoken as only a poet can, Fee -- this is so lovely. The way you describe how a house winds down after the day ... everyone inside who holds a key, inspired -- and the poet who continues to write, so relative for most of us. One exception ... the snores at my house are definitely NOT whispering ... lol
Excellence here, Fee.
Love,
CJ

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

The house muse.. I love it!!!!

Myrna

Reviewed by Joyce Hale

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

LOL I enjoyed this, Felix; and know the feeling well. Good write!!

Peace. Joyce

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on October 16, 2006

I sit at the laptop sometimes and Nod off, LOL, Great descriptive verses to describe the addiction we have Fee, :)
Ch'erie

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Reviewed on October 15, 2006

I am an addict too. At midnight, I'm still at the computer. Lovely poem.

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on October 15, 2006

Delightful piece, i'm sure there are many who can nod "me too" to this one.

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on October 15, 2006

Felix, this one is delightful! Whether or not it refers to yourself, I picture you in this poem! (:

Susan

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on October 15, 2006

I love when I lock the door and let the house be quiet, I breathe a sigh of relief as I close out the stresses of the day and take to my bed. I don't usually wake up in the night anymore, so once I am down, the house goes to sleep for the night. I like this poem, the way you animate the house itself and how you relate to it as a friend of your poetry.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on October 15, 2006

The walls are fill of spirits and the Muse collects the moans, sighs and memories for another day....and sees to it that the master is content once again. I love the spirit you've given us here. It begins me thinkig about what all the walls of my pasts have captured. We rarely think about where the voices go and how are they absorbed. I love this Fee and I'm happy I hear what your walls are saying. With love my nothern friend...
Always,
Susan

Oh…this old house is tired and weary