It Seems (poem) by D L Johnson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 21, 2012

Splendid poem of awareness, and the trickery of the ego. The ego is a real trickster.
You've managed to write the ineffable!

Try and listen to silence, and ole mr ego will start chatting, like crazed monkeys in a tree.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on October 15, 2012

a well penned piece worthy of any comments and reviews from the den
peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 14, 2012

I appreciate the meaningful philosophical point of view that you share through your verses here, Dan. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on September 12, 2012

Oh my sweet friend.. you have captured so much here...how I have missed your words... it is so so good to be back..))
much love, Myrna

Reviewed by Peter Adotey Addo

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

And it is also a very humbling feeling to know we are all here .."I" OR "we"... only for this time and this place ... Thank you so much for sharing.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on April 12, 2012

Nobody is irreplaceable. Still, the "I" is relevant, viable, and if flexible, a sturdy platform of strength. Patrick

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on April 7, 2012

I-Beam to musty cubicle reveals quite a plunk. I read your last line to say: that dreams deferred and/or unrealized dissolved, but that the "I" of this poem recognized wholeness anyway. Just a different take on it. Your visual of an actual I-Beam is a great one: the shoulder structure piece upon which all else depends. I like the premise of this poetry. ~~ djl (just a little shuffle of your initials:)

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 6, 2012

When we get older and our friends are not here, We realize how unimportant we are.

Ron

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on April 5, 2012

Dan, introspective and a high road those of us with driving ambition have traversed -- until we realize we have the dreaded malady, inflated "I" sight -- ego bloom is a rush until we go bust, as we all eventually do -- welcome to the crossroads of humility and reality -- I wish you love and peace my friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 5, 2012

One day I awoke to realize that the control I had,
Had been relegated to dreams deferred

So true, for most of us in this thing we call 'life.'

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on April 4, 2012

it's humbling when it happens and reminds us - life happens to us :)

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on April 4, 2012

a journey ending in wisdom;
good to see you again, Dan

john

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on April 4, 2012

I think we all probably come to this conclusion about life sooner or later! However it seems to be that this is what life is...and the degree to which we have any control is debatable...I enjoyed your reflection...
Best wishes, Diana...