The dream (poem) by Joy L. Hale on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 7, 2011

Wow! The Dream poem revealed some life threatning moments. It's great to let those feelings out in poetic fashon. A great write!

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on June 30, 2011

Well written Joy, you expressed your emotions in this one well
In Christs Love
Michelle~

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on June 23, 2011

Poignantly meaningful musings, Joy; thank you for sharing them through your verses here. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on June 16, 2011

This was opposite of what I had expected with the title but it was something that pulled images out of nowhere to pronoucne the story in my mind as vividly as you had experienced it. Well written piece, Joy.

Reviewed by Richard King

Reviewed on May 10, 2011

Scary dreams turn into scary memories, which in turn become scary words, or is it the other way around? Maybe the memories become scary dreams? You've captured it all very well and I agree with Edward, young minds are a sponge for information gathering. We need to be conscientious of the information they are exposed to.

Well done. Thanks Dick

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on May 10, 2011

You have echoed my own thoughts about war.....Nothing has changed in the world...wars will always be, and I worry about my grandson's future.....thought-provoking write...well done!

Anna

Reviewed by George MacLean Akurunwa

Reviewed on May 10, 2011

Very touching piece, you are winner and will continue to win. Thanks.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 10, 2011

Childhood dreams are often quite powerful, and I hope better dreams are ahead.

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

Duck and Cover drills, so vividly I recall...relating to your fearful and expressive words, Lady Joy...So, the knock on Your
door could be me.

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Lyn Anderson (Reader)

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

Beautiful and so true for so many ...for so many years. We must all agree that those times may never return..

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

The impressions that we have in our childhood truly do resonate throughout our lives. What stark imagery you have painted with this eloquent poem!
Blessings, xx
Christine

Reviewed by Edward Hale (Reader)

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

We can learn from your account, that we need to carefully guide young minds and hearts in troubled times, and support them with loving reassurances of their security. And your sharing of this work opens up the shadows to the light of truth.

Reviewed by George Dominguez

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

Wow! What a dream as a child to continue to have throughout the years. Thank you for sharing this one with us it was very well written. The WISE OLD OWL says it's time to open up those drapes and allow the sun to come in. For there is is safty in the light and a new day is here. God Bless. Geoge

Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

JOY, THANK YOU FOR PUTTING YOUR FEARS AS A CHILD INTO POETRY.
BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND THE FEARS IN CHILDHOOD ARE VERY REAL.

WONDERFUL WORK..THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING IN YOUR TRUTH. ANNA

Reviewed by James Johnston

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

Joy, please don't call yourself "old". After all, age is determined by your state of mind. Think about it! And while you are thinking, I will continue to enjoy your beautiful submissions. May He bless you.
Jim
P.S. Open the blinds! :-).

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

Me too, I hope you never hear them, but if you do they won't be goose-stepping, but shouting,, "Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!"

Good write . . .