|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|love this one, jude! demands several reads! so masterfully on point. "hypocrisy of faith and kinship... courting the fear of its own shattered oblivion..."
|Reviewed by Jeanette Foresta
|Hi, what wonderful poetry!|
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...moving...words that continue to give rise to thought...tides you pen of emotion...continuing.
|Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford
|I join the parade below and commend you my friend. BRAVO! This is pure Jude Forese.
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
I love the combination of nature and emotions here. This has the feel of frustration and a talented voice going unheard or ignored. Amazing descriptions and a powerful delivery!
|Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)
|You have managed to captured the reader's hidden dark confusions, toss them on a wave of sickly destruction, to face the realities of of human nature, that is at every stage slowly dying. Well Done! Deborah|
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|Captivating and so very intense emotions!
This world is filled with so much
doubt and confusion
Outstanding imagery within the mind of the reader
Especially the "bleeding its inspiration into undersized sinkholes"
Its such deep and intense words
that image is in my mind!
Peace Love and Light...and hugesss too...Morning Star
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|This one shrieks of despair, dark and unforgiving.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Jude, so intensely captivating..I found myself, riding the echoes of those waves. Brilliant poetry, and so good to see you back..Looking forward to more from you..
Peace, love, and light,
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|A fascinating write, Jude, and good to see you posting again. As you know, I think your voice is at its strongest and most authentic when you speak from the deep base of your soul's guts. What I especially love about this poem is the tension between humanity's hellish and vociferous madness, clutching seemingly at straws and at each other for reassurance and comfort perhaps, and the hushed silence of the brilliant cosmos, seemingly deaf now to man's empty ideological or religious assumptions and modus operandi. The effect is chilling, like Douglas has said. First the tide is standing still; in the end it is turning on its heel and retreating. The point of time you capture is almost like the moment of a riptide, when the current starts to run backwards owing to prevailing circumstances. Even nature goes against itself. Misplaced souls unable to find their way to shore tread water, weighted down by their sure lines of confusion - great word play here.
Makes me also think of the lyrics to The Doors, Riders On The Storm. And of the shadowing, perhaps, of ideas from another of your poems in which you say: "... a ride into oblivion, You know, that familiar place Where the art of motion Desperately desires to reach out And catapult you back Into the stream of glorious beings... So I wait for you (someone!) To reach in and pull me out..." Nature itself will be complicit in "taking us down" if we don't clarify our sights and our priorities globally pdq. Hence the menace.
... Just a few thoughts to throw into the maelstrom! :)) Hope you're well. xx
|Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
|"courting the fear of its own shattered oblivion" of all lines here, this one particularily highlighted the plague of humanities insanity...the hushed universe is unity and wholeness...only an occasional human is willing to purposfully join it...the self ego courts the fear and prefers to be in a seperate oblivion....
good to read you again...*hugs*
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I love the way you mesmerize with such weighty thoughts that send the imagination and the enlightened mind running throughout each stanza. Awakening thoughts long dormant.
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Doubts and confusions do abound here on earth. They will all be solved when we reach the heavenly place someday. Many hypocrites abound and loss of friendships are rampant too, Like the tide that retreats all will come back to you again and again, but flowing with the life standards is living. Take it peacefully and ignore the bad things and pray for all goood to come sooner than later.|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|A powerful write my friend excellent use of words delivers outstanding imagery within the mind of the reader...very well done!
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Great to see you stopping by, Bob...you've touched a nerve with this one...enjoy summer...Ed & Rufuz (w00f)|
|Reviewed by Tracey Hardie
|Thank God the tide doesnt stand still...nature has a way of giving us messages when its time to move on...if only we could hear her silent words. Great write.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You present the reader with much to ponder upon, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i enjoyed this write|
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|I enjoyed reading your poem. An interesting write that left me with an impression that the waves were pounding the shore crying out its message that went unheard.|
|Reviewed by Phillip William Allen
|Excellant pen Ace.|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Great writing Jude..nice to read you again...stay safe and well ...Hugss|
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|The Tide of endless shattered events and emotions...such poignant verses...good to read you.. Thanks Jude, Blessings Ch'erie|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Your word usage is exquisite. It gets hard to turn the pages when everything seems to go only in one direction. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|I think as I have read this I too felt I heard you scream in silence, Looking for answers that aren't there. A great write that you share with us Jude, thank you.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|When tides stand still is the sign of the dead of the sea, stagnation of spirit, dreams or truth just pull us down, to drown inside the pool of our own uncertainties.
|Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines
|Jude - superb imaging in this one! Brilliant work!
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|tide standing still...serves as pallbearer to hypocrisy...a heavy cargo of deceitful debris rotted into nothingness that has ended up being whipped by the kelp...ahh, but what is the good kinship? The feathers of moulting sea gulls, the tangible bonding of kinship I give to you Jude, steering clear of the flukes and fools...you've had this one preserved in a set of time capsules waiting for the right time to harpoon, driving the poetic lance home! The shoreline has been nourished and we live in relative harmony...inspiring tide that is cleansing with a current that carries us with your presence.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|the resulting hypocrisy of faith and kinship
Too many humans believe in stuff that is not real.
A great poem to ponder Robert..
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|I had to read through this one twice
It's like you want to turn up the heat
But you use blocks of ice.
Yet nothing comes out
What's this nightmare all about
Can the moon stand still
Can the earth quit revolving
Some worth solving.
GREAT POETRY Jude - WORTH WAITING ON