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| Reviewed by Andy Turner |
6/13/2013 |
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| Blimey, I visited dads grave for the first time. I understand such shadowy depth of thought threads. |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
6/12/2013 |
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"into that universal hum of space without form"
nicely penned, jude.
be well.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/10/2013 |
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This "speaks" to my soul because I live it every moment. Thank you for sharing this gift, Jude. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
6/8/2013 |
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Tender is the poet in You,
jude
so much love in your heart
for soul's depth to recall
Lady Vivian |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
6/7/2013 |
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~Jude~
Scripted words written on the vestige..alone now you soulfully
reach for the voice and visualize the eys melted into words
and dreams. Colbolt sky and star gaze empathy for the spirit.
Lady Mary Ann |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
6/7/2013 |
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I can see you standing before a tombstone and penning this poem in your mind.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
6/7/2013 |
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To be left with only memories or worse only memories of others that have been conveyed, as in a family member who passed before we were given a chance to create our own memories of them, is a difficult bridge to cross. There is a certain haunting that occurs as we struggle to put some physical association on our emotions that we have for them. This one pulls deep into the soul of the reader and twists the heart just a little bit harder.
Take care,
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| Reviewed by Teresa Walker |
6/7/2013 |
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Sometimes I till hear my Fathers voice in my mind, also my Grandma that I was very close to growing up. I have even smelled the smell of her out on my walks. They are just beyond us, waiting for the day we are called home..
Very moving Jude!
Bless you
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| Reviewed by Linda Hill |
6/7/2013 |
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Jude,
We are left with beautiful memories. When they live in our hearts they never die. Excellent, heartfelt poetry, Jude.
Many blessings,
+Linda |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
6/6/2013 |
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Hey Jude,
Your last three poems read like a soul's journey
Limited recall stands as it should, a finale' as the soul gets prepared for the next leg of your journey toward your destiny. We all have lost someone that seems forever gone in many ways, our limited recall enables us to move forward toward peace and enlightenment. I am sure you are being watched over and loved for the beautiful soul that you are. Tread lightly amongst angels and know that you are loved.
Much peace light and love,
Amber
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| Reviewed by Michael True |
6/6/2013 |
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| It is the energy of being that you tease. The mysteries are left for the rest of us to ponder. M.True |
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| Reviewed by Chip Bergeron |
6/6/2013 |
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Thank you Jude...I lost my wife in 2011, and your poem reminds me of what I've lost.
Chip Bergeron |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
6/6/2013 |
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absent of a wife's tale...but a marker of urban tragedy, truth is we’ve gotten so used to being in the here and now skepticism we now dismiss the handful of tales that are demonstrably true...poetry is a healer and 'limited recall' is an epitaph read by cosmic scholars and they've passed the message on to her, Jude...she knows the oration is spot on with moods in motion...good to see you posting pre-summer solstice...I predict the muse will treat you well this season...be well.
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
6/6/2013 |
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| Yes, a cemetery stone seems so little with regards a memory of who is buried there...e |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
6/6/2013 |
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| Beautifully done and a bit surrealistic to boot, Jude, but it is you writing it so I am not at all surprised. Your voice is dynamite, my friend. |
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