a hallowed plot too far (poem) by Jon Michael Willey on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 23, 2011

The powerful images that you have created serve to emphasize the theme of your poem and to awaken meaning and emotion. Thank you, my friend. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on July 23, 2011

Really get a sense of the place through your words, Jon. Great write.
Love and hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

I am truly in awe of this poem Jon. Felt deeply and imagined as if I was there.

Reviewed by Paul Judges

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

Very enjoyable exploration, Jon

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

Great piece of work, Jon. Very well done.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on July 19, 2011

Jon...I can SO feel the emotions and hear the silence and mind sorting out what needed answers to...there is an unexplainable feel when one is at a graveyard, you nailed it~
Love and Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on July 17, 2011

Strong images, Jon, and so well-written. Impressive writing, indeed.

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on July 17, 2011

THERE'S A LOT OF QUESTIONS ANSWERED WHEN GOES ON A ANCESTRY SEARCH. SOME GOOD, SOME BAD BUT ALWAYS, INSPIRING. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on July 14, 2011

I love what the comments so rightfully say about your splendid poem Jon Michael,I can't surpass them,it is truly written to perfection!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 13, 2011

You are leaving me with a mystery. I think perhaps you are trying to trace your genealogy through gravestones in Appalachian hills. It appears to be a very personal piece and I'll leave it at that.

Ron

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on July 13, 2011

Thanks, Jon, for these moving and majestic lines...in the quest
for answers about our hallowed past that lie silenced by the
graves. -gene.

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on July 13, 2011

I enjoyed this well written sojourn into a once quiet and near forgotten past. Your work well deserves merit.

~W~

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on July 13, 2011

Oh my...your such a amazing man sweet Jon......this is a masterpiece my sweet friend....I miss you I certainly hope you are ok...Hugss
Love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxo

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on July 13, 2011

You have received a high honor from John and it is well deserved as this is a magnificent poem trying to root out your past.

George

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on July 13, 2011

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!! 'the dusty calm of time held me in its arms'...'while tongues lie silenced by the graves'-----I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on July 12, 2011

A divinely melodious poem, Jon!

I too have been walking among the ancestral graves as we buried my dear mother on Fourth of July in Monroe NY. There were so many folk from the past buried there.
And this wonderful poem reminds me, let us not forget those spiritual ancestors who were kindred spirits not in a genetic sense, but who helped raise us in their spiritual womb.
Blessings in abundance,
Christine

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on July 12, 2011

Ancestry is an honor for the most part, even the scalawags and pirates bold in the ancestral tree, it is still a good part of the whole. For those of my ilk, adopted, not knowing where to start looking for blood ancestry it is frustrating.

I know that you have had fun with your search into those who have gone on before you, and like John said, this is a hell of a poem.

By the way there is an Oak Grove cemetery in Arkansas where I was raised.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on July 12, 2011

If i were to quote what i like here and what
strikes my heart i'd have to quote the whole poem
back to you, Jon, but having said that, there are a
few moments that stand out so much i can't resist:
the three opening lines, for certain, and then,
"...a century and ten relegates truth shadowy.."
is so perfect it's almost unreal
and
"...the dusty calm of time held me in its arms..."

evokes both loss and discovery and a definite comfort.

This i save, My Friend.

John