From Here To There (poem) by Rose M Rideout on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 29, 2011

Dear Rose, you are now real. There is no place like home. Emile

Reviewed on August 18, 2011

I've been "here" for a long time, now. Still wondering when I'll get it back and hoping. You're in the right place, though, Rose. Welcome back. ~Hugs, Elizabeth

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on August 16, 2011

... you take the words right out of my mouth, dear Rose, but it's just a question, perhaps, of making a start - which you have done admirably here! May your travels always fuel your pen! :)) xx

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

Reviewed on August 16, 2011

Lovely.
Peace
Tony

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on August 16, 2011

Yes, one step at a time. Surely have missed you though. Good to see you again, my sweet friend.

Much peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on August 15, 2011

Wonderful poem and image, Rose; so good to read you again! Welcome back! (I need a vacation; haven't had one in 12 years! :( )

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

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on August 15, 2011

One step..one breath.....

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on August 15, 2011

Neat pic...not sure where in the Caribbean that is...maybe Jamaica? It sure is beautiful even from 6 or 7 miles up! Felt the way you do quite often, Rose....especially when away someplace amazing!

Hugs,
Anna

Reviewed by Donna Chandler

Reviewed on August 15, 2011

Well written words that describe so many of us when we're feeling 'lost'. Thank you for sharing.

Donna

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 15, 2011

Sometimes we have to walk away in order to look back and then eventually come back, this write proves you still are here and will be for a long time to come.
hugs your cuz
fee

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on August 15, 2011

Glad to see you, ROSE!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on August 14, 2011

Rose,
this reaches me in a very special way.
Thank you

John

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on August 14, 2011

that's how i feel when i begin and finish writing a poem ;)

good poem, Rose ... i enjoyed the read ...

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

Reviewed on August 14, 2011

Ah, Rosie, my friend, me thinks that some of that may just be the ageing process... Sometimes I forget what I went into the bathroom for... No, just kidding, it isn't;t that bad... yet. I believe the worst way to get lost is when your moral compass goes askew and this I know is not nor will ever be the problem with you. Time will take care of itself and you will awake one morning to find Rosie back on track.
Your friend. Markie

Reviewed by Glen Manese (Reader)

Reviewed on August 14, 2011

From the first line... I believe that answers the rest of the verse... Forever, that's a long time... figuratively speaking... means hiatus from a long self journey... somewhere here and there... like riding a bicycle... you've just got to get back on and start peddling... thanks for sharing...