Not Today... (poem) by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 16, 2003

Retta,
This is haunting, and Yes very easy to relate too! You have captured the feelings of being in this dark place very well.

Hoping this is not the case now!

Hugs,
Maria

Reviewed by Trixie Love

Reviewed on May 16, 2003

GM Reindeer,
Oh what a sad write..
though written beautiful...
There is always light
after the storm...

Hugs
Trixie :)

Reviewed by Digital Fairy

Reviewed on May 16, 2003

Yikes... this shook me up, I have to say I've more than a few times felt this way... it sux i know...

Hang in there... this was a good expression of emotion...

--Karissa

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on May 16, 2003

Oh Retta, this is so hard to read and not cry for you. It will get better and you know that. But more important ... you are writing great poetry. Makes no difference sad or happy. Your work is wonderful. bill

Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle

Reviewed on May 16, 2003

Reindeer, so sorry you had a bad day. Each morning brings forth a new chance to start over and each night brings the chance to be thankful for the next new "tomorrow". Do not ever forget that.
Take care, my friend...
Jill

Reviewed by Patricia Gomes

Reviewed on May 16, 2003

The opening stanza grabs the reader, pulling them in and making them READ the poem, not merely scan the words. Great write, hon...and way to east to identify with.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on May 16, 2003

So powerful, I have known that feeling. This is great work Retta, as yours always is.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on May 16, 2003

Retta....can I come and sit next to you on that bed of yours....God I feel exactly the same as you do!!

God Bless
Tinka

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Listen, girlfriend, Godiva chocolate covered cherries will cure anything. I will send you some. [smiles]

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Excellent!

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Powerful and punchy, Retta...I hate days like this. ((hugs)) :)

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

I have days where I sure just want to wave the white flag...but I'm sure it would just give away my position and draw enemy fire.
But hang on. Please please hang on.
John

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

This is so well written! You've expressed these feelings that we all get from time to time, perfectly! Great job, hope you feel better soon, sending you healing blessings and vibrations of love.

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Warning! you'll get bed sores
Power in your write.....

Reviewed by Nancy D.

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Feel better soon Retta, soon that heaviness will lift.

Nancy

Reviewed by Dove (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Here is one huge hugg to you from another!!!

Love, Dove

Reviewed by Rodney Bohen

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Retta,
Write on! write bright lite!
Rodney Evan Bohen

Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Chilling! My........my my! I hate this feeling. YOu have done a great job with these words in bleeding emotion.

Thanks you,

Teresa

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

As deeply troubling as this is it's such a beautiful rhyme and flow it's exceptional!
As always;-)Reindeer!

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Empatise totally, one day conqure the world, next can't conqure riseing from the sheets,
as they say always look on the bright side of life, keep on keeping on....x

Reviewed by Constance Legters (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Oh Dear Retta....
Been there, done that. Keep writing my friend, there are those of us who need you.

Reviewed by Jack Roberts

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

I hope you are in better spirit soon. : ) Good write Retta.
Jack

Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2003

Dear Retta, I am sorry for the lull in your life today. I can relate, I have been abed all day too. As I repeat A lovely great poetess once did say poetry is a salve to the heart before its decay.

Tony