Cometh the Axe (poem) by Budd Nelson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on July 25, 2020

WHAT A SHAME. ALWAYS EXPECTING 'THE END'...UNABLE TO ENJOY 'NEW BEGINNINGS'. FINE WORK, BUDD. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Carol Ann Phelan

Reviewed on May 8, 2013

I think a lot of people can relate to this especially nowadays.

With respect,

Carol Phelan Aebby

Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd

Reviewed on April 19, 2013

A sad poem, Budd.

Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley

Reviewed on April 18, 2013

Something that plagues a lot of us whether
it be in a relationship or the job... can be
unnerving... in particular if we are not acknowledged
and left feeling that we haven't done enough...
not a good feeling this waiting...

Love and Light
Lily

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on April 15, 2013

Beautifully personal reflection, Budd ~
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on April 15, 2013

Sadness creeping in..don't
let this yesterday come back!
But good poetry *Budd*

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Asa Seeley

Reviewed on April 15, 2013

sadly...'freedom'...is not attained by all in this life. well done

asa

Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)

Reviewed on April 15, 2013

Heavy thoughts that creped in. Hopefully you can quickly force them back to the farthest corners of your mind and replace them with much happier thoughts

Gerrit

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 15, 2013

Quite a sad poetic tale.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

~Budd~
A lonely man within to no love ever felt.
Unique write.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

Of course many can relate, Budd; you are writing about the stuff of life; well done. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Isabella Koldras

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

Chopping wood metaphor in your poem, Budd,
is a wonderful mind throwback time to experience
heartfelt words of life.....in passing.

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

Writing it 3rd person seems to have eluded some readers. 1st person would have made schmaltzy confessional clap trap. Choosing the mode of narrative correctly is always the key to making a poem constructively usable for the reader, the chance to look away a ponder, then back to the narrative purpose of the poem. This is, of course, the opposite of a writer needing sympathy, empathy et al., . choosing to create a vehicle as nothing more than a means to somehow give access to the poet's personal life (which, quite frankly, all art should be about the work, not the artist)The 1st person position in poetry always says think on "me" not the outreach of the words. Well done, Budd.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

Thoughts like that are dangerous and can tie you down. Give every impression that there are ghosts in the closet that are afraid to come out.

Ron

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

Way too often.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

Drat that axe! Happens far too often.

Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti

Reviewed on April 14, 2013

It's a curse -- old thoughts creeping in.