|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Jude, you frame anticipation of a wondrous event, the only significant event, with an understanding that is inspirational - it is more than a mere dream it is surely in the realm of a vision - enjoyed this artistic rendering - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|the real you, the inner core of self? the reality beyond the dream? So thought provoking Jude.|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|the maddening reward of comprehending that distant tone...
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|I second what Flanagan said! I'm running out of superlatives for you;-)!|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|ohhhh lovely sweet captive...
you take us there Jude
in familiar presence
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|what you don't think will happen does, and then your really awake.|
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|May the end of a dream like the one you so cleverly and lovingly describe lead to the beginning of ever-more tantalizing
and phantasmagoric journeys through your rich and unique
subconscious! And may you share what you remember by creating
more poems for us to tuck away as keepsakes.
Don't just dream, dream 24-7 !
...just be sure to keep one eye on the road...;)
xOx Phyllis xOx
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Mad World...waiting...patience of Jobe,
not normally in our nature!!
for this present of a mind challenge!!!
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Waiting for Jesus?
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Your "small variations" make this even clearer as you await The Voice to break through this spiritual membrane, as if through a brightly-coloured bubble - and pop into 3D flesh-and-blood existance. Perhaps hearing its "astonished embracement" as it does so will, yes, DEFINITELY, signal the end of dreamscenes and a state of being forever wide awake and living in real-time. Love the mood and atmosphere you conjure and that smouldering sense of place; vaguely reminiscent of Seasonal Migration. And adore the play on words, too: dam dream or mad dream (thinking in reverse!)? At any rate, it is the recurring one which, when actualised, will cause the flood-gates to open and a new outflow of life and sphere of existance to begin. Another one of your recent bests and I truly believe that those poems where the flow is spontaneous and reflective of the fullness of your heart are the ones best achieved. Estupendo, Kartero! :)) xx|
|Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)
|Great poem! I hope your unexpected guest arrives soon so you can share that experience ...|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|if Becket ever got round to writing
the sequel to 'Waiting for Godot'
the opening line would've had to be:
"What kept ya?"
your questioning is splendid, Jude,
elegant and real in feeling and thought
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
The unexpected guest, like this, somehow I remember hearing this phrase during my childhood, but it usually turned out to be the dreaded Uncle Nick who smoked thos cheap cigars and had tons of brillcreame in his hair and smelled like aqua velva and couldn't keep his hands to himself. Yeah that was our unexpected and uninvited guest. I am quite sure you are not referring to my Uncle Nick, however..lol
Intense poetry overall, I feel like this is a death waiting type poem, waiting for the Grim Reaper who is not invited ever, let alone unexpected. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow, to make any sense out of life and or dreams!
Peace, light and love,
|Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti
|If you're waiting for the unexpected, then it shouldn't be unexpected when it arrives. Just take it in stride.|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|I don't wait for dreams but I never stop enjoying them.
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Ah, from one dream to the next Jude, an Angel, has she got very long legs and a sultry voice, and smokes cigarettes in a holder, yes some dream, but worth waiting for, no? Bless ya!|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|By the end of this piece I felt tense and also waiting. Great build-up.
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|The elusive, illusive stranger who taunts us as we wait for them to appear in a form other than a foggy haze. We sense their presence, we hear their words but the final piece of the puzzle seems to never come. We feel the love, the understanding of us, the acceptance, but never does their true form appear. Perhaps this is part of the amazing surprise that we experience when we finally shed our body for the final time. Perhaps this is part of the "Oh WOW, Oh WOW" Steve Jobs was expressing for us. I soooo can relate to this poem, Jude, it is like you have been picking through my dreams.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Astonished embracement to be..capturing the glimpse
Marvelous wonderment in your dream Jude.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|You can taste it, now you need a vivid bite~|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Hope you will soon be visited upon by this "unexpected guest," but then the guest is not unexpected is it, for you are waiting on it. I think this guest will be able to explain the unexplainable, I only hope you are withstand the explanation.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Fascinating. I sometimes find myself waiting for some unexpected guest too, but they are usually of the furry kind.|
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|Enigmatic and wonderful...