|Reviewed by Denise Edwards
|A wisdom filled write! Excellent thought-provoking subject.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Stark realism on a universal theme, Nordette. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|Indeed it seems so, and were it not for the brilliance of the stardust from whence we came, lifelessness and mundane equanimity would be our only legacy. This is a thoughtful observation indeed...|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|We curse the darkness and cling to hope. Where does it come from, the branch that saves us while we are flailing in the water? Oh this is a painful read to one at yet another crossroad and surrendering dreams. Where one sinks with that midnight sun, another will take it's place after moarning and we remove the widow's cloak. Time is our enemy/saviour and lover/murderer-this you understand and express most eloquently, Nordette...Lin|
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|A gripping mood piece, Nordette. Your energy always inspires, electrifies, even when you remind us of 'ashes to ashes'...could you have been thinking of Ash Wednesday fast approaching? :) We still have Monday and Tuesday to live it up.
Ah, but dreams! They can be all you describe and then again, they can be illuminating and beatifying...
I love your poem for its power.
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|'Our hopes dance in twilight
the mad shadow tango,
spinning life away from our days.
The midnight sun sinks with our visions,
wisps of silver wishes'
That, Nordette, is what we know of dreams, and, also, the other, the darker than gray. Still, hopes are better than graves.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i luv the title to this starkly invoking poem ...|
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|I've read this work several times, and it hits me harder every time. We sleep, and step into non-existence; a gray abyss. Some times I wonder if what we call consciousness is the real nightmare. Excellent piece of work. I'll be thinking about it for some time to come.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Quite a powerful piece, and it truly fits my mood this morning, Nordette.|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This reminds me of "seeing through the mirror darkly"... when dreams are in monochrome and are thus perhaps 2D and "dated" - and yet life itself is also just so much "whistling on the wind". The hopelessness of the writer of Ecclesiastes here, together with the classical irony of the writer whose point is at her/his own expense. Has also the fascination of an Escher artwork. Tempus edax rerum... or tempus earwax eardrum which means "Listen up when I'm talking to you!" Ahh, but when you speak, we listen, Oracle! :)) Happily the beat goes on and the music of dreams still plays beneath all the static and fuzzy grey edges of life... especially with Recognition, Sarah Mclachlan and City of Angels!! Love it... Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Much of my writing is inspired, or guided, by dreams...|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|This is excellent Nordette!!
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*ģ
|So let us keep humming and beating our drums, understanding that prophecies can be altered by our dreams.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Very true, still, our dust belongs to the "I Am " who will reform it as He sees fit!...;-)Splendid poem Nordette!|
|Reviewed by William Haynes
|excellent write, and who can truly say which of the worlds is more real?
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Dreary, Poeish polish to this searching ode to what makes us . . . us. Our daily lives are so subjected to the whims and caprices, plus a hefty dose of not upsetting the status quo, that I believe dreams are, for the most part, reality attempting to invade our consciousness. Good a theory as any, know-whot-I-mean?|
|Reviewed by Joyce Hale
|Well done, Nordette!! I don't agree as I live on dreams <grin>, but but you make a good case for dreams = *barren dust scattered on graves.* And I guess some dreams are as such. Excellent imagery! Peace.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
WOW. Your poetry leaves me breathless...and slightly envious, I have to admit...damn, I wish I could write like this. Perfectly. :)
GOOD ON YOU!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Excellent write; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D