Charcoal Clouds (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on May 5, 2009

I love the first four lines... they really set the tone of the whole piece. Love the title too...what a perfect description!

Cryssa :~)

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on April 28, 2009

Eileen, the time, place, and mood -- you have penned with perfection -- your words are indeed, magical descriptors -- "unlike some humans living with hearts numb" -- biting melancholy drizzled with perfection from your pen -- peace and love my friend --Jon Michael

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on April 27, 2009

Dark days, vividly expressed, but Brillo Poem. Ty Tigerlily.
Hugzz Ch'erie

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on April 27, 2009

I had to think for a moment. Dark skies, charcoal clouds, are perfect metaphoric images for melancholy, yes some of us enjoy the feeling those images create. Perhaps melancholy is the state of mind that brings forth creativity. Good poem.

Carmen

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on April 26, 2009

what a stunning photo and a lovely write to match!

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on April 26, 2009

Sadness, because the night went away without saying adieu.

Georg

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

Very, very nice Eileen.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

I can take the melancholy, Eileen, because you rhyme it so well--
an art, as I've said before, that I admire and envy. -gene.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

Why is it that when relationships fail we often feel as though we are out of sync with the world? You have expressed this deep sadness with grace and style and added rhyme, too. Nice work, my friend.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

~ seriously melancholy, beautiful poem ~

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

Eileen,
Marcia has said it well, and "...i felt like a forgotten tune that didn't rhyme with the magic moon" is marvellous, so poignant. Fine writing.
John

Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

Great write Eileen. I especially like the lines,
"and as you walked away leaving me all alone,
i felt like a forgotten tune
that didn't rhyme with the magic moon"
That is poetry in its highest form.
Peace,
Marcia

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

Excellent write, Eileen; brava!

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

Hope you are okay; you are ever in my prayers and thoughts!

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

OH my this is sombre, first Georg, now you, I am definitely going to take up drinking again, Cheers! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

the defined seperation of beings illustrated so well

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on April 25, 2009

You set quite a mood with beautiful, rhyming lines - well done, Eileen!

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