The cobblestone road (poem) by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 18, 2014

I find this compelling poetic account most moving and meaningful, Carol; your presentation brings tears to my eyes and a deep ache in my heart/soul. Love and best wishes,

xo Regis

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on August 22, 2012

a sad and very thoughtful poem, Lily,
well delivered

john

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

To feel such pain is never forgotten~hopefully it brings some kind of good thru it all!

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on August 19, 2012

WHEN WE HURT...WE CRY. THUS, HEALING CAN BEGIN AND HOPEFULLY, THE RESIGNATION TO...MOVE ON. A FINE SKETCH OF ONE DEALING WITH THE 'STONES' OF LIFE. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on August 19, 2012

Beautiful work

Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams

Reviewed on August 18, 2012

A bitter-sweet telling of a tale told before. Your approach makes it fresh again, and poignant all the same. You have a gift for romantic, lyrical writing that brings me joy each time I read it. Many thanks. Be well, Kathy

Reviewed by Kate Clifford

Reviewed on August 18, 2012

Well written.

Reviewed by Diane Miller (Reader)

Reviewed on August 18, 2012

A painful experience for this woman with a flavor of Ireland as the background. Well written and well expressed

Di

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on August 18, 2012

A sad poem with unknowingly circumstances.

Deborah

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

I felt the pain of the Irish Laddie
while walking on the stones so uneven
*Carolee*

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Keith Rowley

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

Superb.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

Those green eyes!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Mark Huntsman (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

You touch every emotion Lilly, sadness, pain, joy, love in all you write. Again another great work from you

Mark

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

a marvelous tale of a sad irish lady in a time everlasting by one who tells the story magnificently
budd

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

Reads like a history of Ireland. A fiery breed tamed by loss and time.

Ron

Reviewed by S Bergerac (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

Very sad indeed my dear lady Lily. A vision of a woman in pain, my hope is this woman is not you. But wonderfully penned with good imagery.

I bow and tip my hat to you

Cyrano

Reviewed by Gail Delaney (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

This reminds me of how I felt as my ex-husband walked away Lily. This poem speaks to me. Wonderful vision of a sad woman who is suffering pain of the loss of someone she loved and is resigned.

Gail

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

An extremely sad piece. Ghostly memories of things that once were can truly be so very painful.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

Gorgeous poetry,Carole, and the pain and feelings are as real to the reader as they must be to the subject matter. This is just a great two lines in a poem that has many . . .

"Droplets falling in slow motion
Pooling onto the stones of what once were"

Reviewed by luka tomlinson (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2012

I enjoyed the visuals here, you managed to create an aching timeline of fluent telling, well done.

Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)

Reviewed on August 16, 2012

You are totally able to put yourself in place of whatever you write about.
When you write about love, you ARE love at that moment
When you write about sickness, you ARE sickness at that moment
When you write about sadness, you ARE sadness at that moment
This is what makes your poems so extraordinary.
Although this is a very sad poem, it�s beautiful in all its sadness.
Every word is felt, all the deep and touching emotions. Every movement can be seen as if it happens before my eyes.

Wonderful Carolee

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on August 16, 2012

A very sad poem but one should never give up. No stronger emotion exists than love.

Stay well and keep writing
Eddy