Like The Wind (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 2, 2008

interesting read well done

Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)

Reviewed on December 19, 2007

I LOVE this poem! You write like I feel inside. It was great to see in print my deepest feelings. Wow! Thank you for sharing these thoughts with us here.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on December 18, 2007

Great personification of one of nature's wonders, deeply ingrained in our existence on this little sphere.

Ron

Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)

Reviewed on December 18, 2007

Very well done, enjoyed and related. Lady J

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on December 18, 2007

You are a wind with a human shape and soul. GBQ

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on December 17, 2007

Whooosh indeed Sugar Chum! A delightful analogy of your temperament and attributes. A warm inspiring breeze you are to me.
Light and Love ...
Richard

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on December 17, 2007

Wonderful offering!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on December 17, 2007

The wind is marvelous, so being like the wind, must be marvelous, too.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on December 17, 2007

Eileen,

Let the wind blow free. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

Very sexy, Eileen! Great write.
R~

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

excellent analogy and characterization of self and its quintessential element of movement ...

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

All the cross winds of beauty that cross your delicate path are to be endowed with your love of live and wisdom.....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Michael Guy

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

I like this "breezy" self metaphor you put in verse. And "who knows which way the wind blows..." I also see you are constantly recreating your Front Page. That poem posted below the graphic alone would be words to live by.... I should visit more often (especially at this Christmas time)
blessings of abundance... michael

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

How the spirit moves you, and the wind its companion, all twisted into one very sensual being, a beautiful and airy metaphor into your inner most being, and your outer most dance. The picture is perfect with it. Bless You! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

Hear the whisper, feel the power of the wind in your airy words, Eileen. A StormSpinner type of write, wish I'd penned this. Song choice perfect. :) As is this poem.

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

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

Wonderful write, Eileen; always a joy to read/review you! Very well penned; brava! Love the pic!

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

Reviewed by stan nassano

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

bless us or curss us,depending on how the wind blows,just take it easy from the north,it's cold and windy here today,nicly done,
stan

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

Bloody masterful. Not gunna say a sexist joke. As in truth this is the human condition, and how boring life would be if we were all bland and faultless.
Yeah nature is temperamental, which makes it so awesome and magnificent, just as the best of us are.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

Go with the wind I say,,,, this is my favorite,,and the photo is perfect!!,,,:)
Christine

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

You have captured the essense of the human condition (you, actually) in this "tell-all" meanandering trade wind forcast concerning the depth and passion of amor . . . Well done . . .

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

Tahoe's Chinook Waldron taming the spiritual senses on this Sabbath. It's a nice relief from the Brickfielder, Australia's wind, Sahara's Harmattan, California's Santa Ana, Israel's Sharav wind, Germany's foehn wind and France's mistral. For the instinctually wise woman, she notices the wind. Recognizing the different winds reminds one of women's unpunctuated lives - lives that have no breaks in intervals. One needs to recognize battering winds from the kind winds that blow simple pleasures and bathes one in scents of coconut and spice. Kansas says it best with this song Dust in the Wind -"All we are is dust in the wind"....your quill does float on the wings of loyalty, Eileen.

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on December 16, 2007

You have painted a marvelous and insightful look at your self in the guises of the wind.