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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo |
10/11/2011 |
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| Love your concluding stanza the most, Sheila. I love the night and its beauty (and its mystery). Wonderful write! ~Hugs, Elizabeth |
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
7/3/2008 |
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| I am a kind of night owl, but retired, just cannot sleep good at nights unless taking a prescribed sleeping pill from my dr. It is so long til daylight sometimes, and it disturbs me to no end. |
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| Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G |
6/27/2008 |
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I miss working nights, YOU feel you OWN the NIGHT! and that is empowering!
Love this heartfelt write Sheila!
I still stay up late into the mornings, just to grab all the inspiration! I still look forward to DAY LIGHT! :)
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Gypsy Passionate Shexooo
STay Positive! |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
6/22/2008 |
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A well Penned piece
Love & peace
William |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
6/20/2008 |
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| Reg is right. I've worked night shift and it is dark and dark in mood even if you are in a good mood. You penned it perfectly. excellent. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/18/2008 |
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You have penned a wonderful ode to the night, Sheila. Well done! Much enjoyed. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Smith |
6/18/2008 |
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| Sheila, I loved that third verse...it's beautiful! This stirred many memories in my mind and brought them to life in my imaginations. A great write. |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
6/18/2008 |
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Gorgeous thoughts here, laced together with a hint of classicism. Flows effortlessly too. This, in my realm of experience, is another you Sheila. And I dig it! That special night when inspiration wrapped around your heart and mind and your words became a gem to be treasured.
Blessings ... |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
6/18/2008 |
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You've given a wonderful description of "night". The words that tapped deep feelings inside me were " `Tis that lonely whistle of wind" It brought back memories of all those ghost stories my grandmother used to tell.
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/18/2008 |
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Oh Shiela, you must have been gazing into my heart as well when you wrote this moving saga of midnight blues. I spent most of last night awake listening to thunder and watching the lighting flash across the sky and your poem wonderfully describes the melancholly of the mood I was in. Thank you for sharing.
hugs
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
6/18/2008 |
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Sheila,
This is why we call it, "The Graveyard Shift" I love the mystery and the eerie feelings your poem gives me. That 4th verse is my favorite. I hope there are many stars and bright moons to amend those dark overcast nights. Always a pleasure reading your poetry my friend. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul. |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
6/17/2008 |
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| Wonderful the way you capture the darkness of night and put life in it. |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
6/17/2008 |
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Lovely, I especially like the end. It gives evocative images that explain what you expect from the night.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
6/17/2008 |
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Such a beautifully haunting write - love it, Sheila!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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