Eternally Deep (poem) by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 24, 2009

Vickie,superb photo -- imagination a gift for mankind -- to be able suppose, to fantasize, how marvelous -- I really like this work Vickie -- peace and love my dear friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on December 6, 2009

Encore:) I wanted this poem to go on, Vickie. I love the peaceful flow of it, and the rhyme scheme adds to the beauty of each line. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on December 4, 2009

"...Do horses really fly in tales myth?..." do whispers really get to be owned? if so, yours have enchanted many ears and, perhaps, one was more equal than the others.

Georg

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on December 4, 2009

A fantastic write Vickie that takes us on a journey into the silence.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

an excellent and profound write
Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

Another one that captures the imagination and allows our minds to travel the path with yours.
fee

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

And all of that you are, and all that it is, the heavens high and endless deep abyss, Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

Vickie,
Not sinking in a quicksand of self-consciousness and self-pity but flying high above, soaring.

John

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

Silent or otherwise, Victoria, are you not the vision of whom
we seek? -gene.

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

Soul-searching...an appeal to stay upright as our choice walking across the bridge of wobbly boards opposed to seeing others sinking in their own self-made quicksand. Eternally Deep is affirmation of feeling for another coming face to face with terms when the euphoria of freedom gives way of dissillusionment, reinventing our icons, and defending those treasure of icons of what we really are...Pegasus flies Eternally Deep poetry, Ms. McColley...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

...THEY COME FORTH...IN THEIR OWN TIME...LITTLE BY LITTLE....AS OUR GIFT BECKONS...AND AS OUR EMOTIONS EMBRACE AND RELEASE...THEIR SPLENDOR...RISEN FROM ETERNALLY DEEP SPRINGS. I LOVE YOUR WORK VICKI...MAY GOD CONTINUE TO BLESS YOU AND THANKS SO MUCH FOR SHARING. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

. . .And where do the visions go of silence. . .this solitude I keep. . .All I know is solitare can only last so long and then when you break. .you feel a relief that you have never Known.
Love,
DeB

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

I land in your words, like a splash into quicksand...finding everything slow.
It is not just deep, it is thick.
I can't force, but must let these words sink in...or do they take me?

John

Reviewed by David cox (Reader)

Reviewed on December 3, 2009

questions/ questions?
who knows the answers?
beautifull gentle words
you ask them with such purity and love, maybe one day we will know.
one question? is that you in the photo?