Adrift (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 9, 2012

I feel the yearning here! My heart is with the "old sailor".

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed on July 29, 2009

to search into the vastness of air murky with the dampness of endless tears of despair -- the lonely heart reaches out into the desolation -- this is a moving love story Felix -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on July 27, 2009

Aw, Fee, this one echoes sadness and desolation...love gone astray. Beautiful, haunting piece.

Hugs,
Anna

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on July 26, 2009

A haunting piece, Fee. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Maggie Eidt (Reader)

Reviewed on July 24, 2009

This clutched at my heart. The depth of lonliness in this work leaves one slightly breathless. Well penned.

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on July 24, 2009

Awe, so sad Fee. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by Mary Coe

Reviewed on July 24, 2009

Such talent! Well done. I really enjoyed the read.

Reviewed by Goddess Love (Reader)

Reviewed on July 23, 2009

It has an eerie feel to it <a feel of isolation.> well done.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on July 23, 2009

"Etched in my heart like a sea captain's log" such a haunting line for a truly beautiful and tragic poem of lost love.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on July 22, 2009

you've managed to capture the atmosphere of love's isolation with a unique metaphor and through vividly detailed emotions ... great job, Felix ...

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on July 22, 2009

I can hear the echo of this poems visions...
and see the sailor...holding hope lighting the candle to flame
sweetly embracing my heart...
Love & Inspirations
Vickie

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on July 22, 2009

Excellent and captivating poem,I enjoy it,take care

EDWIN

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on July 22, 2009

They say that when you hear bell-buoys sound...there are sailors telling you that they are still here and like the Flying Dutchman trying to find their way to the beyond seas.
Fee, the only thing you will ever miss is that talking bird on your shoulder!

Georg

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

God, this is excellent writing, really excellent. I love this. At a loss for words.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

Oh how I can hear the lonely sound of the bell buoy as it sits alone bobbing. Such a forlorn sound that always seems to reach down deep into one's soul....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

Bell Buoy's aside, this one rings on My Bell, most poignantly.
Wonderful write Fee, and at such a time as this.
But then isn't that the way..

Hugzz Cherrypie

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

..such sadness felt as I read this..but the fog will lift. This tugs at the heart, but at the same time hopefulness shines with a lantern's reflecton into the night.
hugs
Christine

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

Wonderful write and piccy, Fee; well penned/imaged! BRAVO!

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

Reviewed by Ann Marquette

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

Well done. I can feel the sad quiet, visualize and hear it for myself as you so vividly capture the scene and sense of feelings.

ann

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

SAD MEMORIES BROUGHT BACK TO ONES EARS ON THE SOUNDS OF A BUOY'S BELL. VERY GOOD IMAGERY AND PHRASES. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

Beautiful poetry. I love being near a buoy in the fog.

Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

Poignant and powerful, Fee. I can hear the buoy, and the foghorn.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

Soooooooo evocative, Felix. You have a real gift for heart-wringing poetics that, though bathed in often soulful pain, are never cloying or fake in the integrity of feeling they express. Together with always-piercing sentiment, you also have great discernment in which images to use as vehicles to convey your thoughts. The bell-bouy is brilliant, especially in fog, and ESPECIALLY when set against the backdrop of the lamp in the window. The effect of this is full of impact. Wonderful to see you again, Pops. I loved your Pearl poems and shared your sense of her angelic transformation as she passed. Now her glow is felt, warm and pure, in another world. Be well, me darlin. Stay strong. xx

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

So sad but and framed in the sadness that only a fog horn can sense to an old salt.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on July 21, 2009

haunting write-you have captured the emotions that the sound of the buoy invokes