one ways (poem) by Debby Rosenberg on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2009

Incredible poetry Debby. I remember those stairs. Chestnut Street I think?? I used to live right up the street on Chestnut and Hyde, top of Russian Hill. I miss it.

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

nice poetry, well said.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Art Hernandez

Reviewed on November 4, 2009

The city can be like a clustered mind...it makes one feel the noise and loose the inner calm...

nice work Debby...

Art Sun...

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

I used to thrive in the big cities / New York / LA / New Orleans / etc. / No more / I have outlived the hustle and bustle and the noise and the danger / My days are much calmer / My mind is much more at peace / Beautiful poetry . . .

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on October 22, 2009

Great write with good images and portrayl. I can see and feel what you've written!.. Give me country life any day!...M

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

i feel this one, debby. i relish the clean air, space, peace and quiet of where i now hang my hat. i only venture into the chaos when needed and for "cultural" stimulation... ;-)
well done.
carolyn

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

there are many sanctuaries in a large city where you can hear a pin drop ... you just have to know where they are ... believe it or not, in new york there's a multitude of havens where you can meditate and transcend the chaos ...

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

I can sure relate to this, after giving up my rancher in the burbs with deer in my back yard and racoons in my garbage to move into an apartment on 14 floor surrounded by highways I too sometimes feel like a deer in the headlights.

fee

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

San Francisco will make anyone wake up and vibrate;-) Excellent poem Debby, love your description and the pic!

Reviewed by Gordon Rosenberg (Reader)

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

Thank God, I'm a Country Boy!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

one can only surrender
into its rip tides
and laugh at its absurdities

If one can do this then perhaps one can "survive" life in the city. Personally, it scares me. I know I am fortunate to live on this mountain. Thank you, Debby. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

From my house I can hear the fog-horns in foggy days, otherwise the only claim of discomfort I have about living in a city, even in a small port city, are the darn seagull leaving vowel's discharges on the top of my new washed car!

Georg

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

yes, the city is so much different-it is busy and stimulating in a sense but i feel fortunate to live in the country-i enjoyed the write, especially the last line!