In Plain Sight (poem) by Annabel Sheila on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 24, 2012

Truly an uplifting sharing, Anna; what a wonderful way of having one's eyes opened to the beauty that the rushe of "making a living" often makes one miss. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on September 21, 2012

I always felt (even though I was born and raised and lived most of my life here in Nova Scotia) that I was a Newfoundlander. My mother was a loyal Newf till the day she died and we grew up on the sounds of Newfie songs and a diet that often centered around meals such as fish and brewis. You captured your home well...
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Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on September 8, 2012

So beautiful, Anna! There's no place like home!
Blessings, xx
Christine

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on September 7, 2012

I read generosity in these lines, starting with the title and last three words, continuing with: "Lavished freely upon even the most undeserving," Generosity showed in confessing unawareness before the realization appeared. I like "Hindsight my crutch, I leaned heavily upon it" and enjoyed the verbal sculpting of "Then one day twilight years began creeping onto a horizon". Lovely piece in my eyes. ~~ Diana

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 30, 2012

And the poet came bursting forth! You make it very obvious how writing poetry has heightened your sense of awareness.

Ron

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on August 30, 2012

Truly excellent poetry written so soothing and beautiful (Hugs) Laura

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on August 30, 2012

it is so rewarding to feel connected to the place where we live
budd

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on August 30, 2012

Your vision is marvelous. There are so many wondrous things in plain sight, yet so many today seem to be blind, and so many don't even realize when we lose them.

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

Reviewed on August 29, 2012

Beautiful, beautiful words, my friend. What a longingly lovely picture your words paint; both as a figurative and a spiritual picture this place of yours... My pleasure would be to someday see it... along with my new wife and quite possibly with my friend Anna.
Mark

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on August 29, 2012

Anna ~
How beautiful your poem. The sun ray beams upon your heart.
To grasp and embrace your home. Wonderful for you Anna.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks

Reviewed on August 29, 2012

Just wonderful insights here. Maturity is the process of learning to appreciate what is in plain sight.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on August 29, 2012

Sure wish I could say the same thing about my hometown, Anna. I am very happy you have realized what you had all along.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on August 29, 2012

Spectauclar, that ray is just for you! Home Sweet Home~ Beautiful Anna.
Hugs,
Christine