Shadows...a deep and often dangerous metaphor eliciting somany different feelings from the danger of the unknown to one lovingly sewn to us so that it's not lost a la Wendy in Peter Pan...There's so much more here than a head start on Halloween...
xo Taylor
Shadows are child's play or fear. They creep in th and they caress the night. They are enigmas of a creative mind. Your poetry is always a welcome to me, your number one fan.
Love,
susan
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on September 26, 2006
You are getting a good headstart on the Halloweenie stuff.
Love it.
Elizabeth
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on September 26, 2006
One cannot but be afraid of shadows. Chilling but awesome poem. Victor
Wow nightmare city reflects the demons of the night in this intense poem that probes the dark of our minds and the dark of the night. Way to go, great stuff.
Fee
You splash thoughts and images on the page with the frenzied finesse of a master. Such a mind as yours can never be kept a secret.
And in so saying I hereby promote you once again ... this time to GODDESS OF UNIVERSAL ENLIGHTENMENT!
Reading poems like this is like chewing and savoring a Filet Mignon, sipping vintage wine, and watching a multi-faceted sunset. And then realizing that a meteor just hit the sidewalk in front of your house.
A deep river of mystery you are Alice ...
Yur friend
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Then branded on psyche's crest
I know the feeling only too well.
Shadows that follow into the dawn
Followed? Often pursued relentlessly! Seems to be the thing as I get older. The dreams are less pleasant - not necessarily nightmares - but hardly the dreams that I regret waking up from. Now here's a thought. You have a friend or loved one in your dream. You wake up before it finishes. The dream has been so real that you find yourself asking the person in your dream how it ended. When we start dreaming to such an intensity, that's when the 'shadows follow us' not just to the dawn but right through to the dawn of August - if you get my drift.
Thought provoking as ever, Anita. Once I get my teeth into your imagery I chew it thoroughly then I am off on a cerebral tangent!
You criss cross the ephemeral gridlines of surreal dreams, that
figure prominently in our psyche and subsconcious
Our job is to interpret and understand the sublime symbols, signs and tokens that ilfiltrate our unconscious mind, and translate them to
good effect and purpose, in our daytime preambles..
When high school principal Jerry Egge is brutally murdered, Deputy sheriff Dave Jenkins begins an eerie investigation. Just about everyone in Soldier, Minnesota, is a suspect.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
Amazon re
Six straight men in the cast plus free Tex-Mex food? My friend Lida Rose sure knew how to persuade me. I signed on the dotted line and dusted off my dance shoes. I knew Bad Business on the Brazos would have them rolling in the aisles and standing up
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Steve
Love,
susan
Love it.
Elizabeth
Well done!!
Love Tinka
Fee
You splash thoughts and images on the page with the frenzied finesse of a master. Such a mind as yours can never be kept a secret.
And in so saying I hereby promote you once again ... this time to GODDESS OF UNIVERSAL ENLIGHTENMENT!
Reading poems like this is like chewing and savoring a Filet Mignon, sipping vintage wine, and watching a multi-faceted sunset. And then realizing that a meteor just hit the sidewalk in front of your house.
A deep river of mystery you are Alice ...
Yur friend
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
I know the feeling only too well.
Shadows that follow into the dawn
Followed? Often pursued relentlessly! Seems to be the thing as I get older. The dreams are less pleasant - not necessarily nightmares - but hardly the dreams that I regret waking up from. Now here's a thought. You have a friend or loved one in your dream. You wake up before it finishes. The dream has been so real that you find yourself asking the person in your dream how it ended. When we start dreaming to such an intensity, that's when the 'shadows follow us' not just to the dawn but right through to the dawn of August - if you get my drift.
Thought provoking as ever, Anita. Once I get my teeth into your imagery I chew it thoroughly then I am off on a cerebral tangent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You criss cross the ephemeral gridlines of surreal dreams, that
figure prominently in our psyche and subsconcious
Our job is to interpret and understand the sublime symbols, signs and tokens that ilfiltrate our unconscious mind, and translate them to
good effect and purpose, in our daytime preambles..
What a scintillating poet you are Anita..
Peter
God Bless,
Lew
Through all the little cracks
We don't dare acknowledge
With shadows of black
They really do, so I seal up all those little cracks - with duct tape.