Comment from rmj09

Exceptional

The focus of the poem how the past doesn't predict the present. The storyline development the ghost of the past and steal your joy and torture you. The past becomes the past when we trust in God for He gives us strength to let the past remain there. The present is where we live.
The rhythm moves the reader from word to word.
Keep on writing.

Roy, I'm sorry I'm so far behind with my r/r's but for awhile I have to take it easy. Walk in the shadow of our Lord. *o* Rita

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

That's ok, Rita, the same happens to me. Outstanding R/R. Thanks I appreciate the high rating and lovely comments and stars, blessings, Roy.

Comment from artemis53

Excellent

Absolutely beautiful piece of recognition and affirmation of the spirit yet,mm I'm sure will be with us here long after you're gone

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thank you, for the excellent rating and great comments, blessings, Roy,

Comment from JudyS

Excellent

Roy, Very well done! You captured the essence of a lot of people's past and what saved them. I really enjoyed this poem. Keep 'em coming. Judy

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thank you Judy, for the excellent rating and great comments, blessings, Roy,

Comment from Showboat

Excellent

Super duper poem, Roy.

I believe that we give to our 'ghosts' the power we give them and when we relinquish that power, the devil walks. Bless the Lord, we're safe!

Gayle

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thank you Gayle, for the excellent rating and great comments, blessings, Roy,

Comment from TOMORAL

Exceptional

For no dark past can ransom me
nor can it have its way,
I hold to truth, assuage the night,
the dark cannot pierce day.

My favorite stanza. I learn so much from poets like you. Don't mean to gush, it's the truth. Ghosts from the past have haunted me for years, but I finally beat those demons.

Very well done, poet.

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thank you for these lovely comments, and the accompanying high rating and stars, blessings, Roy.

Comment from juliesibs

Excellent

Very nice poem on how fears can darken our life. I love the way each verse flows when read out loud. Each verse compliments the one before, and my favorite was the final verse.

Well done my friend, Julie

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thank you Julie, for the excellent rating and great comments, blessings, Roy,

Comment from Eric1

Exceptional

Hi Roy, This is a truly wonderful piece of poetry my friend, Wonderful rhyming and meter, fantastic use of imagery and description and a great flow.

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thank you Eric, your comments are always so encouraging, gracious and kind, and appreciate this high rating and stars, thank you, my friend, blessings, Roy.

reply by Eric1 on 05-Mar-2015

It was a brilliant poem Roy.

Comment from BeasPeas

Excellent

A beautifully expressed poem of letting go of haunting ghosts. Clearly presented and rhymes well as your tale progresses. Particularly like:
"The ghosts that saunter through my thoughts
are wraiths of shadow's blight,
they steal my joy and torture me,
but faith puts them to flight."
Marilyn/BeasPeas

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thank you Marilyn, for the excellent rating and great comments, blessings, Roy,

Comment from Diny

Excellent

I really love the sentiments in this one- your poetic style feels classic and grand- the pace is perfect and the subject of course inspired- Write on!
Diny

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thank you Diny, for the excellent rating and great comments, blessings, Roy,

Comment from mrchills

Exceptional

what a beautiful poem. I interpreted it to be about your past, a tortured past. However, it seems you are insinuating that the pain is not eternal, they have no power, nor captive hold,
those gongs can never last.
This line was great: rubbed raw by horror's rasp.
I read too much into these things, but heaven's son, is of eastern belief. The japanese said that their monarch was chosen by god, called the son of god. Im sure it has no relevance, but thats what poetry is. Anyway, I was stunned by your poem. Thanks a lot!

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2015

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reply by the author on 04-Mar-2015

Thanks for this most encouraging R/R, I appreciate the wonderful thoughts outstanding rating and stars, blessings, Roy.