|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Limbo...that place we reside until we are squeezed through the neck of the hourglass. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|the role of humanity in universal relativity jude - we are always searching for the proper pace of it -- if one in fact exists - for we may all be creatures out of sync with time - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|Dreams seems to be a poetic theme I am reading a lot this morning. Much introspection within this poem just as within this Universe. Well done! ~Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Brilliant conceptualisation and articulation, Amigo! Rapturous applause as the lope and the hope chime together magnificently and perfectly balance each other as ideas and with their freight of meaning. I kinda feel this is contrapuntal to "wheeze" somehow - the lung-bursting bolt into freedom. And the mood and atmosphere is reminiscent of "dreamjuice drive". And that final stanza is bliss: as others have said, isn't this what we're ALL here to do: to be who/what we're meant to be and where we're meant to be? I hope you find your natural rhythm and slipstream soon, Kartero; I'm not a good runner but even I know when I've found my pace and, once in it, you can go on forever... well, in theory anyways! This is an uber-kool write that does what it says on the tin: light runner years ahead of its time... xx|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Are these dreams or flashbacks from better or not so better times...e|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|like the pulse that speeds up and slows down, the shooting star to re-appear elsewhere, inspired to search some more, running somewhere an yet standing still. some priveleged to know why there here and some not.|
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
|"I have always realized I am hovering between the microcosm and macrocosm of my being.
Ever see one tell yourself of those lines where you "gee, I wish I'd said that!!!"??? This line is pure genius, and the who0le poem is up to its standard.
|Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
|lots of energy throughout this piece - seems a great place to be "hovering between"|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|In some dreams, we have to run very fast to keep up.
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Lullaby and Goodnight *Sweet Jude*
in every "dream juice" for
|Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)
|This poem makes me want to put on my running shoes and run! Loved how you ended it!|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|As long as you are running toward and not from, you will continue to unveil the wonders that await you within the gossamer film of dreamscape. Nice trip, Jude.
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|"we can handle some resistance if our love is a strong one... in the long run..." (The Eagles) ...as your poetry so eloquently affirms, you are in this for the long run... and it seems from your imagery and the ideological freight of your lines that you are coming in to your second wind... nicely done, jude!|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|it's that sense of hovering, Jude,
that strikes me so forcibly as i'm never
sure where 'i'm at' if i'm at anyhwere
at all..sitting here right now typing these words
there's another me and another world going on parallel
or at a tangent and i can never quite access it
thank you for the stimulus
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
this is by far the most intriguing one yet! You are a true wordsmith,Jude,and your imagery in these dream writes far surpass any I've ever read from anywhere.Bravo!
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Macrocosmic universal dreamscape ~ an appeal of hope
fascinating write Jude
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|The hallowed heart of this poem in my ears is: "yet I refresh upon the dynamic dreamjuice/brewed from creative nutrient". That reads out radiance. The very next line sums up the human condition, especially 'frantic features.' What superb two words to condense the enigma of human 'fear,' and how well it couples with 'faceless destination.' This write feels 5% quest and 95% healing the afterburn. To me these lines are full of grace. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Janna Hill
|You really set the tone with the first line(s) "running through an ambiguous field of stellar shapes rising into the misty depth of nighttime vapors" and ended it fabulously with so I continue running...
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I don't know where I'm running to,
But I do know I'm running as hard as I can.
I don't know either, but I do know that we have to keep running.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Gotta be careful of that "lingering lope of limbo," Jude, it is a tricky situation. Hope you fully understand why you are running, but it is possible you are correct and you are merely trying "recapture my original stride / inside the universal dreamscape."|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
I almost wanted to end this with and that's the twilight zone...wow, quite a dream, so much going on in this poem. The most telling moment of your dream juice poem are these stanzas:
to caress the textures of light’s curvature
pulsating from the immense
to the miniscule
I have always realized
I am hovering between the microcosm
and macrocosm of my being
Always the small and the big of anything captures the whole. You are so amazingly talented it makes my heart jump for joy!
Now that I am awake and it is 2:41 in the a.m. I wonder what I will dream about in this cycle of my dreamscape...
Peace, light and love,