Slow-Moving Front (poem) by Ronald W. Hull on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 30, 2013

Yes, Ron. The two poems have the same sense of how nature brings moods with it--or do our moods color nature. (smile)

You are a prolific poet and, I see by your books, an author of a substantial library. I will read more.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on May 1, 2006

I have been part of and seen a front like this........and I can tell you it will pass giving you more energy then you can imagine! thanks for the sharing.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

Excellent pen, Ron, most compelling with strong images. The gray of the storm so often drags us down but the truth we know is that the sun is burning down determined to shine its light on us. A brighter day is on the way.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

Symbolically powerful and engaging, Ron. I love storms (as long as they don't overdo it). Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

SLOW-MOVING FRONT makes concrete an experience that is not abstract per se but the kind of intangible(?) psychospiritual state that most would find daunting to describe in any terms. The swirl of associative imagery around the central metaphor makes this a hypnotic and masterful write.
Aberjhani

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

Some analogy Ron! I hope as the front moves on your prospects do too and you find what you want. Great poem!

eT

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

Keep that front down your way...personally though I enjoy fronts from the back...;) Ed

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

Oh I this it came my way too...very cold and rainy for two days now!!

Brrrrrrrrr....Love Tinka

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

good rhyme Y rhythm ... hope your brighter days will be upon you soon ...

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

Ron
Haunting and melancholy memories of the late and great Otis Reading " Sitting on the Dock of the Bay ", resonate in this mournful dirge...
Everything passes except God....
The dark clouds will roll away to reveal another glorious and sun kissed day over glorious Houston !!!
Peter

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

Wonderful expressive write! Thank you for sharing!

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

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on April 30, 2006

Incredible ease with tender words and beauty . You gave Otis gratus when your words gave me the song . Ron...this poem is my favpriye of your collection.
Susan