Dream Morphing (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 5, 2006

I love dreams, Eileen. I cannot say I've had one as vividly "imaginative" as this one of late but they seem very real so that when I awaken, I remember what people said and even scents still linger. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

good one

Reviewed by ROCK-Salt! Proctor

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

Oh!!, morphing!! I thought. it said: morphine. LOL!!

Reviewed by Steve Patterson

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

i love deep sleep...for only then do we dream.

as for cheatin' death.... well, hell, guess it depends on who deals.

glad to be back.
TX

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

What a dream! ooh the dolphins made me think of Atlantis. You being a water baby, it's your natural habitat. Carriage? Chariot? As in "swing low..."? Think, like all of us, you have a love/hate relationship with the thought of death. And those thoughts intensify as we grow older. Fear's there with you shaking in the cold. Who's not afraid of the unknown? Your soul is not satified with skimming the surface of truth. Can be a curse as well as a blessing. THat angel told you to "look up". To my interpretation that means "forgitaboutit". The art of living is work enough. Losing your breath was, well dying figuratively in your dream. Dreams are a way to work out those things we don't want to deal with on a concious level. I've been wrestling monsters lately. Wonder what's down there in that deep cravass? Just impressions, Eileen.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

One very acute angle, or is his acuteness an angle.

When the fat bird sings...That is it...

Fun from our last breath of death...Dr doom loves it..

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

Glad I don't have dreams that vivid.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

Wow...what a dream!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

Maybe you have finally begun to have what the hippies and dippies of the hippy-dippy sixties (of which I was a part of) always said we would begin having flashbacks. Oh, that's right, you weren't there, not that old, oh, well, I guess it is just Eileen fantasing and living good. Gotta love it. That camel? Name wasn't Clyde, was it? Gotta love it2 Remember that crazy Ray Stephens song . . . I jumped on my camel named Clyde and did ride?

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

A strong write with animated visuals that take me right along with you.
Excellent moving poetry.
Susan

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

A wonderful ride, and with a strong faith, death is but a sweet promise, which after all can wait (a long, long time) to be fulfilled.
Love, B&R

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

You sure get around, Tiger Lily - and it's always best to let that camel lead; but those Huskies, ya just gotta tell 'em who's in charge.

You and Jude should have a 'Dream Challenge.'

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

OK, that would have gotten my attention also, Eileen. I think that I would be walking around very cautiously for a few days after receiving that message. Beautiful images, I could feel myself with you until that very end when I decided to bail on the expidition.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

Eileen

This is one magic carpet ride I think I will miss...;)
Heaven can wait !

Peter

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on July 3, 2006

well this one would've got my attention, too, Eileen. fantastic images. love stanza 3 and the dolphins. if we gotta go, what a way to go. take care, Dawn