|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your words are soul-reaching and awaken thoughts and emotions, my friend. I can relate as I have experienced (and I am sure many others have as well) such things. Thank you, Jon. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|There are those times no one seems to listen, captured perfectly in your poem Jon.|
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|How did I miss this gem?
this is wonderful enigmatic writing, Jon
|Reviewed by A PAX
|This speaks to me of isolation, in mass....individual issues, everyone in their own head, and the owl...always there, symbol of wisdom, yet remote...
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|AT LEAST ONCE IN EVERY LIFE TIME...ONE IS MADE TO TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT 'REALITY' AND IT'S NOT ALWAYS A PRETTY PICTURE. IN FACT, IT CAN BE DOWN RIGHT DEPRESSING AND SO IT IS IN TIMES LIKE THESE IT CAN 'SEEM' AS IF NO ONE UNDERSTANDS, BUT THANK GOD...WE DO COME TO KNOW BETTER. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING...LOVE, BLESSING & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|Excellent poem, Jon, well done.|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Jon you set the mood, the ending "no matter his eyes were closed" gives much to ponder in this gem of a poem.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|no light offered guidance
chill was the night’s raven coat
... I love the rapt intensity of the whole poem, Jon, which leaves me aching with a kind of desperation as of the soul of one who seeks understanding and grace - perhaps even forgiveness. Just my personal take on first reading, but the image of the attentive ears of the owl whilst keeping his eyes closed, makes me think of the privacy and soul-purging of confession somehow. A great need of unburdening in this poem, I think. Then again, I could, as always, be so wrong...!! Very stirring work and emotive atmosphere. xx
|Reviewed by Janna Hill
|Delightfully diturbing this tale of descent and with your wonderful metaphors. I find myself on the boulevard of ambitions waiting for the light. Well done Jon.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|'chill was the night's raven coat'....'shadows clung fiercely to walls when time knew no glory'---- I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a sleeping owl tells no lies and offers better companionship then friends found in gin .... powerful imagery !|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Simply superb! Friends found in the mocking bottle of vacant promises, and a non attentive owl.
Such power with the word pictures in this metaphorical, ironic, allegory!
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|There are many ways of expressing isolation
and marginalisation, of coming down to earth
with a bang and most of them are long and preachy
so it is with particular pleasure. serious pleasure,
Jon, My Friend, i read this and savour the well-chosen
images and the superior succinct expression;
'shadows clung fiercely to walls'
i'm rolling this one over in my head
- it has such impact - and envying it's not mine.
A fine fine poem.
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Familiar feelings, imagery that speaks to me in many ways, both tangible and metaphysical. An attentive ear is needed but only if it is linked to an attentive heart... Thank you.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Speaks of so many these days. Once high on the hog, but now, down and out. You have a way of writing feelings that is in direct, yet so emotional that it cuts through the clever disguise of poetry.
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|A gifted tongue you have, so much insight in such language, a Jungian perspective is it? Blessings!~|
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
The way you make words sing, it's absolutely beautiful!
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|What a gift You have
* Jon * of
sharing your insight through
the magic of your poetry!
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This is marvelous, Jon!
I love how at the end you turn to the living earth and you leave us with the image of the speaker just floating along listening...to one of the most magical middle-of -the-night creatures ever.