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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
10/26/2012 |
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sensual pearls!!
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| Reviewed by Amor Sabor |
5/8/2012 |
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This is the recurring beauty I experience in nearly every dream and your words give it a beautiful life and more meaning.
Amor |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
10/30/2011 |
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| Awesome. Love it. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
9/25/2011 |
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Oh, WOW, SHEILA.
This is fantastic !!
Had me from dreamt !!!
More, please,
<3 Phyllis <3 |
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| Reviewed by Linda Hill |
9/18/2011 |
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Shelia,
Creative and sensual. Your talent shines!
Many blessings
~Linda |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner |
9/11/2011 |
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WOW, I find this rather romantically sublime. Yeah, I know, just because it's written by a beaut of fit babe does make it even sensuous, but oh boy you are so creative in your rather eloquent visuals.
Making love under the stars and moon is what this brings to mind and, in that tethered moment you are one with the universe.
Such a divine poem, I've now read this so often I may as-well add it to my library. Prolly a first!
More women should dress this way. xx :) |
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
8/20/2011 |
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| To encapsulate and condense pure eroticism and romance within the supernal glow of moonlight only to have it dashed by the rising of the sun is very creative poetry. "Auburn curls cascading to the side", and there before me stood the passionate elegance of you. Sheila, you have rendered fine art here my dear friend. I bid you days of joy and nights of love and peace to paint the sky brightly. Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo |
8/18/2011 |
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| At least there was the dream to dream. The dream is sensuous and romantic, but the reality, sans moonlight, breaks the heart, Sheila. ~Hugs, Elizabeth |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
8/13/2011 |
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thank you Sheila For this awesome write
sensuality at its best, Most enjoyable reading
Love & peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
8/13/2011 |
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I loved the title, to begin with: moonlight as skin, as glow, as silk.
This is very effective in creating the atmosphere and describing the moment and... the moment after.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Joy Hale |
8/11/2011 |
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| Such captivating words, no moonlight to wear, such an original idea! A thought provoking work of a love that you miss... or is missed? I really like this, Sheila. One can bask in your words and feel the warmth of love. Joy L. Hale |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
8/11/2011 |
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| sensually beautiful ambiance ... |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
8/10/2011 |
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Breathtaking writing, Sheila, this is disarmingly beautiful!
Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
8/9/2011 |
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How many of us have been where this poem has gone? Bittersweet is the dream shattered by daylight, bittersweet is knowing that it was just a dream that could have been real. Your phrasing too is mildly erotic leaving what is happening to the imagination of the reader. A wonderful poem, albeit, bittersweet in its ending. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
8/8/2011 |
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Aw! Loved your phrasing, Sheila! Loved the title too...bittersweet story told with your familiar eloquence.
Anna |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
8/8/2011 |
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'Bittersweet' is often over- and/or misused
but for me it applies here for the palpable sense of loss
after the enchantment and sensuality of the union and
its sheer eroticism;
may you, Sheila, have moonlight to wear for all time
and may you share with us your beautiful poetry forever.
John |
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| Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather |
8/7/2011 |
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| there is a dream to pen with all the lure and mystique of the moon! Perfect. ~ Morgan |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
8/7/2011 |
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Truly a most compelling write, Sheila. Beautifully presented. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
8/7/2011 |
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Aw, Sheila, Sheila, Sheila . . .
Wherefore did thou conjure
A tale to make my blood soar
Why thou rushed in your desire
In the end thou didst lie
No moonlight, no flesh to hold
You and I stand there so cold |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
8/7/2011 |
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Very lovely Sheila, you captured this so well.
fee |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
8/7/2011 |
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| Your poetry is always full of splendor and adding the moonlight leaves the dawn to wait. |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
8/7/2011 |
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| A beautifully imaged metaphor Sheilfriend - sultry and mysterious - written with your special panache. I sense something melancholy and (certainly) unrequited in the threads of this. Stay the course in all faith through seasons of depair. Wishing you health, stability, heart strength, and creative focus. Pixiedust and thumb-faeries ... richard |
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