BRICKED UP DREAMS (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)

Reviewed on May 11, 2005

A graphic write Lady A, done as only yourself can do, thats with style and skill and such grace...well done my fiend, take care...Mark xx

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on April 3, 2005

super poeming Lady. like this. G

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on April 3, 2005

Fine write, Anita! We shut our shutters against the light, for fear of the unknown. Still, the light finds its way through the cracks as if to tease us awake. Those who are wise will rub their eyes...

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 3, 2005

Totally walled in. Thinking of Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall.

Ron

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on April 2, 2005

Brilliant write. Metaphorically powerful and emotionally gripping. A beautiful double commentary on the sad blight created by the abandonment of both physical and inner structures. Particularly enjoyed the blend of concrete and surrealistic imagery.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 2, 2005

Quite a haunting, thought provoking write, Lady A.

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on April 2, 2005

Powerful! "To spill the ink of lonely night"
Awesome line amongst many.

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on April 2, 2005

Look up,
there is no ceiling
and the walls
have lost their meaning
when we give our dreams
wings to fly.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*� Authors & Creations

Reviewed on April 2, 2005

Yet dream has this power, subtle but intense, of seeping through almost invisible cracks on the wall... and ultimately, flowing out, and then giving the landscape a marvelous twist... :0)
Beautifully written, as always, Anita.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

That's what happens. Seems like this is true for life too. As we get older, perhaps bolder, others try to board us up too. Excellent poem Anita. Your writing is always top-notch. ~ Sara

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

There is a lot of sadness and emptiness in this write, Anita. It reminds me of that lady skeleton that is sitting on the bench still in her nice dress, purse at her side with the words beneath it saying "Waiting for Mr. Right." I like the way you used the solidness and lightlessness of a brick tomb, it really made your verses slam my senses.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

I find New York city, waaay to over bearing. I like our old york..

Never seen such massive buildings, and I sure don't like them.
The lady with the base ball bat, in the hudson is about max height.

Your sign reminds me of one we have outside the gents in canterbury. -NO BALL GAMES- George Michael never goes there..

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

Much brilliance in this one Anita! Your poems always make me feel like I'm singing, no matter the content! Such a pleasure!(since I love to sing;-)

Eileen

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

Lady A,

A claustrophobic feel to this one--vividly captured, powerfully imaged and expressed. BRAVA!

(((HUGS))), love and continued prayers, Karla. :)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

I like the structure of this poem, and of course, it's powerful meaning as well. Thank you, Anita. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

Slammin! :-) Nordette

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

outstanding write
lady A
Well Penned

William ....Peace

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

Excellent indeed!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

excellent

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on April 1, 2005

Yes it does sis. Beautiflly written and so poignant. When will we ever learn, the answer ... is blowin' in the wind. Thnx for sharing Anita. May the Lord Jesus bless you, ansd be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy tot he world, peace on earth, & (((HUGS))), your big little sister, Barbie

"If I have to...Then I may as well be."