Windmills and Waterwheels in my 51st Year (poem) by Sage Sweetwater on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 7, 2013

I can only say Yes Yes Yes so true to every previous review.
Sage Sweetwater�s pen is mightier than the sword. Sentiments expressed first class�

Ingeborg

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on April 15, 2010

51 - what a very good year! Ageless, unflagging Sage, you have the aura and heat shimmer of youth and truth, you are windmill and waterwheel, Angel Falls and Everest.

John

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

a lovely write-the world has changed so much in my 52 years-much of it i miss

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

When we go down that memory lane, we all can find something that we miss. Today's technology has taken a lot of that sweetness away from life. You have penned a sweet poem here that almost everyone can relate to. Great job, Sagee!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Janet Caldwell

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

Ah yes, as time slips by the familiar things seem to disappear. I was telling someone the other day how I never see Horned Toads anymore. They were everywhere when I was a kid. Much enjoyed my friend. x

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

I love this one Sage, it applies to all of us as we gwt over the hurdle of that halfway mark we tend to take life a little less seriously as if we have already seen the writing on the wall. Acceptance.
fee

Reviewed by Carin Spirit

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

Sage,
I do love how you capture life unto our minds for a little whirl of the wind. I have to say I am looking forward to my 52nd year, 51 seems to have found my wiles to the waterwheels. Carin'

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

Sage you will never grow old My Friend. You are one of those eternally young yet ancient spirits. Even when your body is gone your spirit and poetry will still invite us to sit and listen to your well told tales.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

Each element coinciding together
& needing each other for balance offering
Scales within equilibrium's carriage
generating unity in stable movements
creating harmonized involvements &
purified streams
if our windmill ceased
our waterwheel ceases too
& those bloodsuckers love stillness
to lay upon
their infestation of growing larvae

Patina is beautiful-but so is age�
Breathing upon erogenous mills�Vickie

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

Ah Sage, you were born maybe too soon / Windmills and watermills / You are an old seer at heart / A storyteller of the first class / Poetry crossing the line of acceptable polite company, but read in the closeted dark of would-be, breakout persona, but never to see the light of day / Rules and customs are made for breaking / Not in any sense of upsetting the cosmic flow, but "because" of the cosmic flow. You are an enlightenment, my dear Sage, breaking out without harming those you have left behind / Yours is an old soul / I am contemplating writing about just such a person who will be called on to save the civilized world / Let it be / Let it be / Who is Push Lambert?

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

3 years' on, Sage, and you're still leaving your initials carved in all our sap-bearing bark! Woof! :)) There's even less material between our legs now than there was back then and, cartwheeling or spinning around like sails, they're upside-down and tilting with every fond assault...

hell, I'm a writer and everything
is fucking alchemical to me, anyway

... rinsing my remaining copper locks in a blue-green patina might just be the way for me to go, too, in my 53rd year! :))

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 14, 2010

Keep your sword in its sheath when confronting windmills & take showers under waterwheels for life is about enjoyment just as enjoyable as your poetry here...Ed