Diminished Sight (poem) by Isabella Koldras on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 11, 2014

"...Freedom... to go out, trust, play, laugh."
Very sad to say, Isabella, but owing to hatred, those days are all gone! Thanks for sharing this lovey piece of work, all of us to read!

Reviewed by Helen Vandepeer

Reviewed on November 5, 2014

Seeing your painting, reading your poem...do you know any of the Wollongong artists? Thelma Zaracostas is very close to me.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 18, 2014

I appreciate the perspective that you have shared through your verses here, Isabella. The painting and verses complement one another very effectively. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 1, 2013

The Wind of Hate - an evil wind, indeed.

Reviewed by Isabella Koldras

Reviewed on April 30, 2013

Ronald, I hope...our dreams of future are more
in colour of dialogue and enjoyment than is
...the Word History of Today.
Hope...we will be able to dream the Great American
Dream...again...Dream...that ties all mankind together.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on April 30, 2013

~Isabella~
An interesting perspective..the moving sands of today.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on April 30, 2013

Tell me pleeeeeease.... who set
on the wind of hate from East
that burnt out human
heart, faded away kind mind,
rusted soul........stale glass made

OH indeed WHO ( or perhaps WHAT)
This is a question I have often asked myself and others..to this day I still have NO adequate answer..:(
Perhaps the sands of time will one day cover all the blood sweat and tears enabling mankind to start again..hope never dies ..does it?

Thank you Dear Isabella for this magnificent piece..am saving it..
Blessings,

Vesna :

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on April 29, 2013

A wishbone of a poem and picture,
who will get the short end?

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 29, 2013

What a fantastic painting! Simply lovely.

Your poem, on the other hand, drips of despair. As I've repeatedly stated to others, I think that our instantaneous communication these days amplifies events and pictures them in a kind of reality never before seen or understood. The world is always been in turmoil and the twentieth century with two world wars and the world on the brink of nuclear annihilation was much worse than this century will ever be because we are gradually becoming aware of our ignorance and stupidity of hating one another and war.

I hope that you would see that and not worry about despairing poems that really are the reality of the world today.

Ron

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on April 29, 2013

When we lose hope there is little left. Your painting symbolizes how fragile life is when the waiting sea is ready to engulf what is left.

G

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on April 28, 2013

You are too kind. Blinded vision that produces the winds of hate comes from fear, intolerance, mistrust, distorted patriarchies, false teachings, brain washing, jealousy, greed, brutal family life,closed societies, all overlaid with constant recitations by zealots who chant the phony religious mantra "we have the truth and you are evil."