Hurts Sometimes, but I get to be There (poem) by Phyllis Jean Green on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 10, 2011

Very interesting take on the birth of a poem.

Ron

Reviewed on March 7, 2011

Great show of imagination here, Phyllis. Enjoyed:)
Sheila

Reviewed on February 24, 2011

straight up with no anesthetic, blocking or breaths; dance with the monster and free thyself!
well done, phyllis,
carolyn

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 23, 2011

Powerful write of a true survivor; well done, Pea!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

So glad you persevered, dear one!
Connie

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

I like this, and like the comparisons to birthing!

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

I capture my monsters in my lines so they can harm nobody ever again. But there was a time when the monster reared it's ugly head and tried to scare me off, but I wasn't having any of that. My demons are getting fewer and my life is basically my own. I still have a ways to go yet, but I am getting there. This is a great write and there is a message in these lines. Thank you for sharing, Pea.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world,peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

Reviewed by Richard King

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

I had similar sensations too Phyllis and I'm a man!!!! Then, after those first ones were born, they required constant nurturing and correction until they grew up properly. Some still receive an occasional nip, or a tuck after all these years.

Really enjoyed your take on it. Thanks Dick

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

excellent write....au natural.....hmmmm......brave. Morgan

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

Fascinating lookat the birth of a poet. And, Phyllis,
what a beauty she is. -gene.

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

I remember being afraid to share my first of many things through life as much as I was afraid of sharing my writing with others. As Fee says it doesn't matter what we are giving birth to for the first time we fear. great write Phyllis.

Newfie Hugsd, Rose

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

Women are awesome, You go through so much pain to bring babies into the world. I think you captured that with this writing.
Namaste
Tony

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

I agree with Karla, there is pain in these lines but you have given birth through your words.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

We all at one time see these imaginary monsters and they take many faces, spirits, drugs, alcohol and once we recognize them for what they are and take control of our lives they disappear and are subdued.

George

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

I am undone by the pain in these lines ... but what a wonder your Muse has birthed ... YOU. Brilliant, as always, (((Pea))).

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

Deep conviction and emotional fortitude expressed here, for yes when we create, be it poetry, stories, art etc it is like giving birth and we nurture it with each word.
fee

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

You have given birth to and harnessed the creative force so exquisitely here! Love your style and authenticity!
Christine

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

If men could have children...I think we would all die in the first two minutes. No wonder I am in awe of women!

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on February 22, 2011

Pea,
Those first four lines are outstanding, and the rest is right up there, too. Giving birth was never felt as keenly by one who can't - me - .
What a way of seeing and delivering!

John