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| Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary |
11/13/2009 |
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| Use them as compost, and plant new dreams. Nicely done, Dawn. |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
11/13/2009 |
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This makes me think of a marriage gone wrong. You develop the emotions so quickly in this write. Nicely done, Dawn.
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Engler |
11/12/2009 |
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| Interesting how a lack of truth, not just outright lies, can go so far to destroy human relationship. Your writing not only is well-done--it shows a building toward mental and spiritual health..........Jerry |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Henry |
11/10/2009 |
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Dawn,
Very touching,on many levels.I thank you for sharing it.
To your continued success/
Barbara Henry |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
11/9/2009 |
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strikes at the core, dawn.
exceptional write.
be well,
carolyn |
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| Reviewed by Art Sun |
11/8/2009 |
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Sometimes the truth flows along that journey we wish for, it is when we come face to face with the half truth that we realize it was only
...a promise waiting to be broken
nice work Dawn...
Art Sun... |
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| Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis |
11/7/2009 |
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| Promises. They run through our veins - often the lifeblood of hope and dreams. Strength comes through sustaining and, perhaps, redirecting the hope and dreams even after the promises have dissolved. When the seratonin subsides, truth rises up. |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
11/6/2009 |
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| DONE WELL...A LOOK AT ONE LANGUISHING OVER A LOST LOVE BUT GATHERS UP THE BROKEN PIECES...IN PREPARATION TO PRESS ON...? THANK YOU DAWN FOR ANOTHER TOUCHING WORK. BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
11/6/2009 |
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| A very sad gathering, indeed. |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
11/6/2009 |
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| VERY NICE!!!!!!!!! I LIKE THIS A LOT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
11/5/2009 |
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I can recognize those moments when we look at all the lies and omissions, broken promises... and there isn't much to say or do. We can feel their heavy presence until we decide to do something about it.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
11/5/2009 |
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| promises are always shallow unless there's some meaningful substance behind them ... they gather until there is nothing left ... |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
11/5/2009 |
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Oh how sad, like a beautiful crystal shattering into a million pieces....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
11/5/2009 |
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| so sad and so well expressed |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
11/5/2009 |
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Beautifully expressed, Dawn, with that quiet and gentle and deep touch and feeling you always have.
Bon Voyage!
John |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
11/5/2009 |
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People who choose to live their lives by being negative, shall find that in the end it was a waste of good energy. Positivity is always the way to go with any situation and that means speaking your truth.
Lovely poetry, my sweet Bella. Have a safe journey and return to us safe and happy.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
11/5/2009 |
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Shattered promises cut the heart...but gathering the pieces and placing them where YOU see fit will mend in time...great poem Dawn!
Christine (ps have a wonderful trip :) |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
11/5/2009 |
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A sadness to this, yet always with a resolve to move on... it seems to be a common theme/thread in your poetry... that resoluteness, not sorrow for what was and is no longer, but rather an acceptance and gentle hope for better things to come...
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
11/5/2009 |
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Blunt edged pain and wide opened reality that says so much of what was and what was lost. Sad but so well defined.
hugs
fee |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
11/5/2009 |
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| Sad, but nicely done. Your poem makes one think that they no longer know who to trust. |
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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey |
11/5/2009 |
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Dawn,
How said is a love broken. Great write.
Mary |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser |
11/5/2009 |
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| Nicely done. I like this a lot. |
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| Reviewed by Bill Broome |
11/5/2009 |
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A different 'gathering' and one difficult to write about Blessings as you move on to better times. |
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
11/5/2009 |
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Sad piece, Dawn... 'a gathering of shattered promises'
powerful pen! |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
11/5/2009 |
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| Such powerful words and indeed the whole poems packs a knockout punch to the evil people who prefer to tread on happiness and hope and toss them aside in lieu of lies and disorder / One of you best / A keeper . . . |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
11/5/2009 |
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"Those three little words,"
I love you?
Your insights always move me Dawn.
You have a most blessed and safe holiday.
Blessings ...
r
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
11/5/2009 |
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Sometimes, not telling the truth is not the same like telling a lie, it is an omission?
Sometimes, not telling a lie is not the same like telling the truth, it is that an omission too?
And then, we have a bouquet of broken promises giving the stench of guile.
Georg
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
11/5/2009 |
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| Have you read The People Of The Lie, by M. Scott Peck? This exquisite poem reminds me of the wake left behind those who practice evil while looking so innocent. Big hug, J'nia |
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| Reviewed by John Bidwell |
11/5/2009 |
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God I can relate.
There is some kind of validation seeing this in print.
The witnesses are little consolation.
You so firmly captured...this awful truth.
John |
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