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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
11/13/2009 |
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I can understand how you became so inspired by one of John's poems. He makes the reader look at things differently. This poem reminds me of those sleepless nights in my past. I was strangely addicted to bread during that time. Nothing on it; just bread. I found myself getting tired when it was time to get up. Enjoyed this poem. Hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Walt Hardester |
11/11/2009 |
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Don't know how I missed this gem.
Wonderful homage to one of the greats.
The written word lingers long after the writer has departed.
Walt
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
11/1/2009 |
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Aha! Pillow feathers are the villains!! Know the feeling well, my friend. "Thieves of renewal," y e s !! Who has not battled demons until daybreak? I sleep pretty well, as a rule, but demons are patient, aren't they. Something bad bappens, or the past catches up with us, and they p o u n c e. Aeeyiiiiiiii.
No surprise that John Flanagan inspired. Just finished reading a fantastic poem that he wrote. Already forgot the title {duh}. Irish word that was new to me. Need to go back and reread.
Thank you for sharing this.
Admiringly,
'Pea' |
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| Reviewed by Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley |
10/27/2009 |
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John
John Flanagan is such a wonderful poet & a wonderful literary expressionist I can see how you are inspired by his work & within your poem "Twilight Rescue" are the insomnia invaders deeply moving with emotions of this restlessness...and I also love the feeling just before waking...so serene & calm perfections
Peace & Blessings
Vickie |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
10/27/2009 |
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| BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
10/26/2009 |
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Impeccably penned, I've been where this is - well done, my friend.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
10/26/2009 |
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Your nightmares are well penned, and remind us all of ours.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge |
10/26/2009 |
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| I LOVE this poem and I can relate to its mood. Beautifully penned. |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
10/26/2009 |
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Superb writing, Jon..."cradled in that bosom of mystery."
Your inspired work captures that fitfull restlessness experienced
by so many of us. Congratulations. -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
10/26/2009 |
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There are those times in quiet darkness when unbidden, thoughts take flight down paths not usually trod in daylight, disturbing peaceful slumber...stunning capture Jon Michael.
Much peace and love dear friend, Carole~ |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
10/26/2009 |
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| Jon, I love the way you have written this. It's real, it's honest and your use of language is wonderful. |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
10/25/2009 |
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Jon,
The quality of the expression and the shift and struggle of emotions make this a distinguished piece of writing.
Thank you, My Friend, for the mention, I'm deeply honoured.
John |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
10/25/2009 |
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Well done, Jon. There are many a tormented soul who can relate to this fine capture of a write.
Carolyn |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
10/25/2009 |
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Such realism and we all can equate this one to our own nights of fretfulness.
fee |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
10/25/2009 |
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I know exactly the state,you took us there in this zone, good to see you post Jon!
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
10/25/2009 |
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| I love the form you have chosen for this, Jon: like a stream of consciousness that goes full circle - from feathers to feathers, from dusk til dawn. The tone seems controlled, hushed and yet is punctuated by some harsher, unexpected word-choices - alien forces/thieves of renewal to set the stage of this unwelcome "peace-prowler". Great writing as always, xx |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/25/2009 |
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I know that of which you write, Jon; and I am certain many others will be able to relate as well. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
10/25/2009 |
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An insight into the darkness of the soul that many saints went through.
George |
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
10/25/2009 |
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I find this a dark type of write, and you do dark quite well.
Cheers,
Dan |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
10/25/2009 |
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| You need to change your sheets more often, them little buggers know they ..... just kiddin, these little things grow larger over the hours of night, as they feast on your worries, till sort of an early morn makes it more difficult, for then, your mind is tiring, and so are they, because of it. Nice one Jon! Jasmin Horst |
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