things change, like the wind and the directions of the sailboats....
but we are at the helm.........guiding our courses
:)
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 21, 2005
Sitting on the bank watching sail boats go by. Cunjures so many vivid images. One can feel a sence of inner loneliness, that's waiting to spring out, to enjoy companionship once again.
A beautiful write Robert. I could see the granite and the gneiss (the New York area has some great out-croppings); and I could see how deeply you miss your partner. You are a masterful poet. ~ Sara
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2005
I can never forgrt missing one I love...
Touching piece....
Dear Jude,
As always you express so eloquently and move people so easily with the sheer depth of your feeling. A sense of loss pervades this your latest offering and I wish with all my heart that you find what it is you are looking for.
With respect and admiration
Chanti
Robert, This was just like reading a painting. Hearing the silence. Not only did it's colors, widen my eyes, it's sounds were shrill and clear.
A tremendously beautiful write.
Lisa
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2005
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.....what more can I say....the images are crisp the words sublime...
"moods of coyness And robust gusts of poetic nonsense"??!! Just a hint of grandiose classical irony, here, I think, Sir Poet: Aristotle: "the jests of the ironical man are at his own expense..."!! Love your tender and self-reflective writes - just seeing the title come up with all lower-case, and then the line of little "waves" and I know what to expect! I don't know how you can possibly feel alone when there are at least about 30 of us sat on that rock with you: such are your powers of evocation! And as for the person who this write might be addressed to, well, if you can be so companionable and yet respectful of each other's space when you are sat in soulish communion together, then I doubt very much whether physical distance will keep that kind of interlocking of kindred spirits apart... take a look through the hole in the rock: you'll probably find that special face smiling back at you from the other side!! A wonderful Sunday morning feeling this leaves me with, thank you. Kate xx
"And miss you knowing me" Someone who really knows you (all of us) must decide whether to stay or leave. We people who have to, need to, require being alone are not accepted by everyone. This is a sad poem beautifully expressed.
Nostalig and so touching. We have all faced this type of longing for what was and can never be again so we certainly know where this comes from but you have done it justice indeed.Good write Robert.
This is so heartfelt and moving. The desire to be alone is good, but with it, also has to come the understanding, and all too often it is not forthcoming, or perhaps misunderstood. The time wil come, when the required elements will be abundant, someone who will undertand the same needs. Beautifully expressed Jude.
This is so emotive and moving, Robert. It seems that in our quest for time alone, we often end up alone all of the time. It is no easy task to find a person to share our time with who understands our need for alone time. I think it becomes a type of selfishness as we want their attentions when we want them and we want our alone time when we want it. There is something about that combination that invalidates the other individual's needs and desires. Keep searching, you will find an independent person who understands and appreciates both the times together and apart.
Take care,
Sherry
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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of memories.....miss em' for real when their gone
but we are at the helm.........guiding our courses
:)
into the place where this poem originated!
Very nice work!
...jeanne...
Touching piece....
As always you express so eloquently and move people so easily with the sheer depth of your feeling. A sense of loss pervades this your latest offering and I wish with all my heart that you find what it is you are looking for.
With respect and admiration
Chanti
Carmen :-)
A tremendously beautiful write.
Lisa
ty and good to read you, Dani
And the imagery as vivid as daylights first sunray!!
This is a keeper for sure!!
Take care my Ocean~related~soulmate!!
Love Tinka
Nice lines.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
TRASK
to be present to the world
or
to be present to the Muse
the two aresometimes mutually exclussive
good images
the jetty is exceptionally well realized
good write
john+
Felxi
This is so heartfelt and moving. The desire to be alone is good, but with it, also has to come the understanding, and all too often it is not forthcoming, or perhaps misunderstood. The time wil come, when the required elements will be abundant, someone who will undertand the same needs. Beautifully expressed Jude.
warm hugs
Elga
Take care,
Sherry