|Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
|ditto Indigo - dreamers find their way back from the mess! :)|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Damn! I love New York City has turned into a mess. Guess I'm just going to have to find a body to ululate with. ;-).
|Reviewed by Bill Brent
Wow, this has a lovely and sad passion. It reminded me of commuting to corporate downtown San Francisco in the '80s (especially that last line). :-) Your marriage of adjectives and nouns here is arresting and draws me back to re-read and savor key phrases, whose resonance deepens upon repeat viewing.
Likewise, your alternation of passive and active verbs is very telling. "Are we just covered" suggests surrender, helplessness, submission; likewise, "waiting" ... "we never touch" ... by contrast, "asking" and "searching" suggest a faint hope of redemption through individual initiative. "The train hollers" could be standing in for the muted passion of the human participants and observers depicted in these well-turned phrases. Nice job, Robert.
|Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga
In the realms of our mystified minds, often dreamers do find their way back, though dreams will still remain a tangled web. Excellently penned Jude.
|Reviewed by Jane Rodway
|I think trains lend themselves to relationships well in many ways. The seperation, the sexual, the otherwordly quality of parting in this way, and I think that lends both a romance and sadness to the train, a bittersweet image. I bet you write wonderful stories, because your poems always have a novelesque feeling to them. Excellent.|
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
You are the poetic master of the imaged word - perfect write . . .
Best to you,
|Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)
|Wonderful thought provoking write that stirs the emotions, Jude ...|
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|As pristine as the morning dew.....excellent!!!!|
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|I saw it all, Shaman, vividly. :-) Tight and all right.|
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|this is one of tightest pieces I have seen in awhile...exceptional in its scope.|
|Reviewed by Sherry Gibson
Mind boggling in depth and a soul searching write. Makes one stop and read it again adn again and each time a new thought is uncovered. Really enjoyed this one.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Makes one wonder if we are all but phantoms, commuting constantly from nowhere to nowhere. Most interesting, Robert.|
|Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
|"Where shadows request forgiveness."
Of all the marvelous, thought-provoking lines in this piece, Ace...for some reason that line hit me the hardest. It was pregnant with meaning, bittersweet, profound.
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|This one screams through the subway, up the stairs and onto our psyches. I read it aloud-even more powerful. We always seem to go back to questions, don't we? The answers may not come for some time...|
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
entering another lifetime
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|Wonderful bitter sweet write Robert,the vivd imagery feels its way into the readers mind.
|Reviewed by D May (Reader)
|The feel of this touches the reader. Great write Robert.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Wonderful metaphoric write. I applaud this.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Robert once again you have captured the bittter sadness of a sweet good bye. These ones (goodbyes) are the hardest as we watch them slowly shrink into the future.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent poem Robert!!
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Never cease searching..|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Oh, yes!! Now THIS is my side of the street, my waking dream and the plane that I walk on, coming across those mysterious connections that are made in an instant and remain a part of us forever. Funny, those moments where time and place do not exist: all there is is the mystery of "being" and of an essence of "pupose and harmony". Funny, too, that all day yesterday I had the film "Sliding Doors" on my mind as I was thinking up a short story, based on missed connections in life, or the ones that have been defining. This is a very dense write, Jude and is heavy with the depth that Ch'erie speaks of: lots of layers and compression in that shadowy, smokey darkness. Physicality and psychology. Somehow reminds me of the inverse of my "Tumbling Through Space" poem, the desire for a transcendence that is rooted in reality. Very cinematic quality to it... bit of a Gregory Peck job! I like it! TY Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|Some really deeply hidden metorphoric meaning here :):)
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|I like the "looking back at me as if I was a urban phantom" but I really liked all of it too! Another fabulous write, my friend. ;) Silver|
|Reviewed by A. Keith Barton
|Interesting write; i especially like the line "where shadows request forgiveness." Wish it were true, but i see too much selfishness and hatred in this secular world.|
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|This is beautiful to read. It took me back to the poetic, romantic, good over evil TV show, "Beauty and the Beast"|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|This is quite stirring, Robert. The world is crazy, it is true, but that is what everyone has always said. We have to find a way to live in the world that we create for ourselves and not allow the outside influences to press into our existence to the point that they blur our vision. The real growth comes from understanding and tolerating that which is going on around us and still being able to pursue our insights and continue our evolvement. Excellent visuals and emotions in this write.
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|There is always a reason. Very insightful write.|