|Reviewed by K Quills
|"Where masses converge/Then scatter/Each way" reminds me of life & its arbitrary centrifugal forces which are counterbalanced by the ongoing "tunnel of survival" - excellent poem! Kathy.|
|Reviewed by Karen Cino
|Sounds like you spend a lot of time waiting for the train in Grand Central Station. You have taken a journey into the unknown and have made it your own comparing it to our lifes.
|Reviewed by The Smoking Poet
|Every day and every day, and ever after... every day. Well captured.|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Nice one, Jude! I am astray in the London underground! Love it.
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Reminds Me Of Rod Sterlings T V Series Close Encounters,i.e. He Claimed He Got His Information Stories From Spirit World!
The Electric Hum Makes Your Poem Compelling Ride...Etal: I Lived By Around Trains Thruout Childhood-Only Train Ride Was To Draft Board/Go Army And Back...
|Reviewed by Huda Orfali
Subways scare me so I try to avoid them as much as I can
But I guess they are OK here in Arlington
Thanks for sharing
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|We don't get to ride a train of subway very often, therefore we enjoyed this perfect discription very much.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A window into the commuters' day.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This reminds me of the movie groundhog day, where everything repeats itself.I used to take the subway to work for about a year. I know the somnambulism with which it is done;-)Astute perception,of the ability of humanity to overcome the mundane...|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Sara Coslett
|I remember it well. And yes, it is all like survival. ~ Sara|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|To test the waters of another's awarenesses by their reactions, could lead one into the briny waters of disillusionment.
A word spoken in love is always better than a furtive glance!
As always Jude, you provoke one to leave themselves and cogitate through your eyes and pen.
Richard the Intrepid
|Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga
When one is the observer, it is amazing to notice the transition, the concentration of chaos, then the sudden dissipation. Brilliant observation, well penned Jude.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|Totally profound observation on the nature and quality of humanity's alienation from humanity in this modern world. That might sound like little more than an asthetic statement but we don't have to look far to see all the chaos such a condition has helped to create. Appreciate you sharing the vision.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Into a tedious tunnel of survival
That's exactly how I felt each and every bloody morning when I used to ride that contraption to work.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
The humdrum of life echoes in these choice words...as does the diversity and complexity of human nature..
You say a lot in an insular and tight brief..
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|There is somthing just a little like returning to the womb when you enter a subway isn't there. Well written and intensely powerful write my friend.
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Charles Dickens said this of the subway, "there is not much head-room left, and it is not advisable for any but the very briefest of Her Majesty's lieges to attempt the passage in high-heeled boots, or with a hat to which he attaches any particular value."
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|Is it the hum or the hum drum existence highlighted only by the coming of the train that makes us take notice? Highs and lows, boredom and anticipatuion, loving and indifference, closeness then dissapation...an interesting study here, Jude.
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Only had the experience of a subway while visting Toronto. This brings this experience back. Great write :-)|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|I used to just ride the Philadelphia Market street line to the end and back again for something to do when first I moved to the city...a fun trip it was way back when...thanks for the memories...Ed|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|What a cluster of people lodged in a shadowbox upon rails. You paint the tight enclosures of strangers upon strangers until clostrophobic rides come to an end.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Yes those distant echoes. Busy, busy people. Invisible to most. But nowadays on the underground the terrorist plot lurks in my mind...|