Black Flowers (poem) by Regis Auffray on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo

Reviewed on February 28, 2013

A beautiful dark poem you've crafted here. It tells a story that takes hold of us and speaks volumes. Amazing job!

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on May 31, 2012

So deep and dark! Breathtaking!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on February 15, 2011

Whoa! This is fantastic. "Let sweet dreams return that dawn may find me", I love that line. Take care Reg.

Mary

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on March 20, 2010

ONE CERTAINLY CANNOT EVER TELL A BOOK BY ITS COVER...TAKE CARE TO CHOOSE QUALITY OVER APPEARANCE...BLACK FLOWERS IS AN EXCELLENT WORK. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Dark Knight (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2009

I liked the title and when I read the poem I liked the poetry even more-great job

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on July 31, 2009

Outstanding work Regis. Really like this one!

Reviewed by Nicole Weaver

Reviewed on July 27, 2009

Regis,
I love reading your poems. This one speaks volume to me. Love it!
Nicole

Reviewed by Natasha Head (Reader)

Reviewed on June 18, 2009

Only with shadows can we truly learn to appreciate the light :) My multiple personalities relate well to this peace (Indeed, the battle of light and dark does rage within) Funny how even though some flowers can poison, we still insist on stopping and smelling the roses. Hopefully you have enjoyed more light than dark. Found this to be quite thought provoking and truly enjoyed the process. Thank you :) N

Reviewed by Shay White

Reviewed on June 3, 2009

Powerful, dark and beautiful . . . mixed and perfectly blended. Sometimes only the dark side can portray the light of the soul. I really liked this.

Reviewed by Lloyd Lofthouse

Reviewed on May 18, 2009

Were you writing about my first or second wife in that first stanza? I've been there and lived that nightmare. Too many wild days in my youth. Now, I'm Rested, Renewed, Restored -- so true for those that start life over with a new reality. Thank you.

Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

Very dark and very beautiful.

Reviewed by Jennifer Perez

Reviewed on May 11, 2009

The allure, so moist with tears, so filled with poison. You are gifted! I FEEL when reading your poems. Thank you!

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on April 17, 2009

Wow, powerfully dark yet powerfully affirming at the same time. I like the looking toward the light after being consumed by the dark. No one should have that power over us! We are perfect unto ourselves. Love, real love should it find us, enlarges or expands what is us. Anything else is illusion. Brilliant write, Regis!

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on April 17, 2009

Very well done indeed sweet man..thank you so much for all your lovely comments on my work and for taking the time to do so...keep smiling OK..Hugss
Love,
Chanti Lace

Reviewed by Helena Harper

Reviewed on April 16, 2009

I do like the way you go from the dark and sinister here, Regis, to hope and optimism. Moving from negativity into positivity - you remind me here that it is all our choice. Beautifully worded.

Helena

Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary

Reviewed on April 13, 2009

Magnificent!

Reviewed by Melissa Mendelson (Reader)

Reviewed on April 11, 2009

Wow. Your words are chilling but beautiful, and you paint a garden of black flowers that would be the envy of all dark dreams.

Reviewed by kg cummings

Reviewed on April 11, 2009

through the field of black flowers you seek hope for the future. maybe we could intro a few of them to my ex... they deserve each other! Your friend, Kathy

Reviewed by Tommy Thomas

Reviewed on April 8, 2009

Black flowers are what I've encountered over the years. Deadly, that has brought me misery but I've survived from their poison to become me. Did you know they gave me definition. very good job on this poem. Have a wonderful day. GREEAATT!

Reviewed by M. Teresa Clayton

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

This is the second time I've read this poem and I still find it mesmerizing.

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

Reviewed on March 28, 2009

Oh my, Reg! You seem to be having some very bad "sleeps". However, they DO strike up your imaginative poems: Great expressed emotions in this one.
Blessings and Love - Micke

Reviewed by Julianza (Julie) Shavin

Reviewed on March 14, 2009

Regis: i like the meter in this poem, and the conciseness. I am a great fan of alliteration, so deadly dozen, and then all the "R" words work for me, except I think that the poem would be stronger if you used only a few of them. I really like the feed them to the mares of night, separating out night and mares, such that mare is a horse, a horse that, of course, must eat. And death bouquet is such a good oxymoron; I think it works well here. I think the grammar is a little off on "seed new dreams" but I do get the sense of it anyway. I like this poem, Regis (another "R!"), it has a dark seductive atmosphere about it. Thanks for posting it.

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

Reviewed on March 11, 2009

Regis quite interesting dark write here.

Blessings to you and take care,
Gwendolyn

Reviewed by David Young

Reviewed on February 26, 2009

I realy, realy like this. It is a powerful piece of reflection.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on February 25, 2009

It is a good idea to pick up your life, from time to time, and shake it out like an old dusty rug. It is freeing and refreshing, and opens the door to unlimited possibilities.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on February 20, 2009

Seeding new dreams, I like that!
What an intense deeply felt focused poem Reg!
A poem for my dark-lit library
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings, LOVE and Light, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo

Reviewed by Lyn Dano (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2009

This is deep, dark, and intense, Reg. I loved it! -Lyn

Reviewed by Rozzy Diouf

Reviewed on February 17, 2009

Guess there is a thin line between dream and nightmare. Food for thought. This is really deep.

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on February 16, 2009

dreams, where creativity coexists with fantasy and imagination runs free -- where the sanctity of pure thought lies in peril of nightmares' banishment -- you write, I'll read my friend -- this is very creative and stimulating -- much love and peace to you -- JMW

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 16, 2009

There are no words for your poetry, well maybe two? (JUST GREAT)
Peace and love
Ron

Reviewed by Jerry Engler

Reviewed on February 16, 2009

Very poignant--the death of love fed to the dark devils of the night, the lowest stratum of a woman. This is a haunting read, Regis.........Jerry

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on February 14, 2009

The images portrayed are stunning. Dreams can be interpreted in many ways. This is a look at the darker side of them. As you pointed out , there is a very fine line between dreams and nightmares.. I totally agree.......M

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on February 12, 2009

This is a wonderful poetic expression of how to me love feels when it dies, love has death & it is very painful as we all know
this is like the reality of an emotion left alone....
withering inside the chambered tomb of sorrows grief
but alas a ray of hope permeates within to rise & rejuvenate!

"Raring to replant the burned out fields
Ready for the new dimension
And seed new dreams
To grow a crop
Of new reality"

This is a wonderful poem Regis
Much Love To YOU!!
& Inspiration To Embrace You Den Brother!!
Love Vickie xo

Reviewed by William Potter

Reviewed on February 9, 2009

Hi Regis,

This one brought me back for a second read. (there is a fine line between a dream and a nightmare...) How true.

Well done as always...a poem that stays in the mind long after its read.

take care,

William

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on February 9, 2009

This is beautifully haunting, you tell a great story

Reviewed by John Coppolella

Reviewed on February 9, 2009

A cosmic journey between the dark and light...and back again?

Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald

Reviewed on February 9, 2009

I can talk from experience. Love and hate walk, evil and good walk a thin line. It is so sad when it happens to you.
hugs
Kathi

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on February 9, 2009

How quickly a "dream" can turn into a "nightmare." You've written this well.

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

I Have Seen Real Black Roses Back East PA. In Winter Snow Growing!?

If You Really Pay Attention To Your Dreams,i.e. You Will See Things That Are Reality Even (Tell Yourself Remember Your Dreams Awaken) Some May Be Nonsense...

This Poem Is Really Romantic Though Dark...I Love Girls Photo...

Your Friend,TRASK

Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

Dreams the common thread to which we achieve everything...how I love wondering in the birth place of wonderful...the place of the Gods...Great read Regis

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

I agree with everything that you said and you expressed beautifully in this well written poem,Great work,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

You are so right Regis, there is a fine line between dreams and nightmares, how quickly something good can be turned bad. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

Excellent work, Regis, this is one of your best. This could be submitted to horror magazines or dark fantasy.

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

it seems we're always trying to plant a seed of good, only to be chewed on by evil like the termites go after wood, great verse Reg, take care poet

Reviewed by Mark Chevalier (Reader)

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

Interesting take on what I took as the cycle of life, and/or the mind. Brilliantly done!

Mark

Reviewed by Robert Jude(Ace) Forese

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

dark verses suggesting there's always a light at the end of the tunnel ...

Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

These particular "black flowers" sound like they belong with the Four Horsemen. A dark piece ... a nightmare one wishes to wake from quickly to find the light. Well done Reg. Hugs, Elizabeth

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on February 7, 2009

Creepy. I would want to return to pleasant dreams too. Great write. Liz

Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi

Reviewed on February 7, 2009

Very interesting. And yes, it's a bit eerie indeed, gothic style. I can imagine the music accompanying the words. Merits a lot of reading, so the entire dimension becomes clear. :)

Amour et paix,
mahdi

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on February 7, 2009

The lightness verses the darkness..well written and somewhat eerie!

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

Reviewed on February 7, 2009

Wow, have you had a visit from the Black Widow, Regis? A very vivid dreamscape you've weaved, of the mysteries of Women!

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on February 7, 2009

I knew one of those and believe me they are a dark nightmare, although, after the encounter one doesn't have the thoughts about Renewed, Restored, or Ready, they left us kind of shy.
A poem to masticate throughly, swallow and gain experience.

Georg

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on February 7, 2009

"Crop of a new reality" is a dream coming true in the near future for all minkind, dear friend. Wonderful poem

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Kind of a dark write for you, Regis, but I like it.

Pick a deadly dozen
Feed them to the mares of night
Until they breathe its death bouquet
And die

Let sweet dreams return
That dawn may find me

Beautiful.

Reviewed by RaeLynn Teller

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Boy that last verse just floored me.
Such a beautiful prayer out of such darkness.
One I have said many times.
Wonderful--RaeLynn

Reviewed by H Cruz

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Interesting sentiment!

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

I too dream weird dreams as I am sure you do too. Is this one of them? I like this write anyway. our thoughts come out very well as you write here like this. You are not alone in writing what comes naturally, we all do it. Good write.

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

I love such tender flowers in the vastness of dreams. Enjoyed

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Oh my! Sounds like you had a nightmare, or a bad experience! Whatever, a masterful poem that makes all the right points!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Interesting choice of subject and the picture highlights your thoughts and reflects them back at the reader. I like this one Regis. Well done.
fee

Reviewed by J. Pajot

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Moving and haunting piece, Regis.
May you dwell within the brighter light,
Jim

Reviewed by Michelle Mills

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

From darkness into the light...a beautiful, well written piece my friend...Love, Michelle

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Black Flowers, Darkness wilting, enticing beauties, evil intentions, significant awakenings, transforming enlightenment.
These are the words that came to me after I read your poem.
Very deeply moving..
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Richard Orey

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

The Garden of Life is filled with irresistible flowers that poison the soul. Better they fill our dreams than our reality for it's an unworkable challenge to unring the bell for whom they toll.

As to your posted portrait, I hope the blonde in the back is not who I think it is! (Psst, Reg: Don't give out my new number.)

Richard

Reviewed by Lew Duffey

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Beautifully written words of rebirth and renewal.
God Bless,
Lew

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Regis,
A fine poem indeed.
John

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Dark, but wonderfully atmospheric...and, as always, beautifully written...

Hugs, Diana

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Enjoyed this, Reg, as I do all that you post...ed

Reviewed by stan nassano

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

I think I'll hitch my pony to those new dreams,and avoid those black flowers, nice write Reg.I guess we all have to go through the fire at least once,
stan

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Regis,
I love the sound of "Pick a deadly dozen". For me, this is the most foreboding line. I think most people know that inner beauty is more important. They just lose sight of that fact when confronted with a pretty face. A wise message here. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Reality is always before us but many are blinded by their own importance.

Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Heavy, excellently poetic. R

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Much depth is this Reg..and I love the concept, great job.
Love,
Christine

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

BLACK FLOWERS: Lines as metaphysically intense as they are poetically precise. Enjoyed it tremendously,

Aberjhani

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

I enjoyed the aliteration rrrrrrrrr

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

One of those nights you have to shake yourself free from--yet, there seems to be another, larger dimension here as well. Food for thought.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Wonderful display of emotions! I hope your dreams do get more pleasant soon.

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Deep, heartfelt words here my friend. Well thought out and put to pen with a great message. Well done Reg. God bless.

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

A metaphor all too true, Regis...there is growth in your poetry today, and there is growth in your soul...moving on for the betterment of happy living...

Sage

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

This is an especially beautiful poem in it's "rebirth" from the ashes... I bow to you.. wonderful. hugs, lindalaw

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Regis,

Powerfully penned and imaged, mon ami. Tres bon!

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

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

What an incredible write, Reg. Especially that first stanza:
Dark tears
From some black hole
In hidden heaven...
A poem to be admired and envied. -gene.

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Regis~!

Great photo . . . marvelous penning my friend!!

Best Always,

Lance

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

SO beautifully written and the pics you painted of new life growing from the ashes was MAGNICANT...wonderful write Reg. Love and hugs, Bonnie

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 6, 2009

Great write, mon ami, c'est magnifique~

(((HUGS))) et amour, ton ami dans Texas, Karen Lynn. :)