A very nice recovery and so well expressed here. This one is tied to the other in a very good way; eventhough, they are near complete opposites, they identify well as a pair. A battle between good and evil is prevailed by good...nice...I feel good with this one.
Carin' Spirit,
Bravissimo!!!
This Is A Most Eloquent Poetic Express!!
Well Penned!! I Loved Loved Loved
"Memories of the Storm" !!
Embrasse'
Vickie
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 17, 2007
This is very uplifting and positive. I'm glad to see that healing is taking place. You write in a very accessible manner that allows others to take part in your suffering and your redemption. These are experiences we all can appreciate. Thanks for sharing.
Can relate to this one also ...storms do pass. Lovely write
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on October 11, 2007
A heartfelt write that says so much about the hurts along lifes way, but also gives the reader hope. Very nice, Holly
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 10, 2007
Freedom from the angst of the shackles of ones own thoughts.
Life, love, freedom come from living beyond the inner prison. The bricks of which have come tumbling down... and reality is found...
the passing and yet appreciation for the past, an earned respect for that which you have weathered and lived beyond. much strength and determination in the gentle and wise voice.
Thank you all for listening, especially from poets that I admire and enjoy reading. This has been a great experience for me, both Therapeutic and Cathartic.
Blessings J'nia
Shay White
Bravissimo!!!
This Is A Most Eloquent Poetic Express!!
Well Penned!! I Loved Loved Loved
"Memories of the Storm" !!
Embrasse'
Vickie
Very intense and memorable poem Carin'
STay Positive!
The memories will make us STRONGER!
Warm hugs and love, Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeoox
Life, love, freedom come from living beyond the inner prison. The bricks of which have come tumbling down... and reality is found...
much peace,
jackie
Regis
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
After every storm, comes the sun: that's what I see in this poem.
Be safe,
Karen