Unexpected Dream (poem) by Susan K. de Vegter on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 4, 2006

Dreams of old loves returning to the mind for a few seconds, I'm no stranger to this. Pierre.

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Ah yes Susan, it is fortunate for us that we hold the keys to which dreams we share with the world and which we hold private from the world. Some of my favorite dreams are memoried from the past that can never be revealed to even the people I love. Yet, they are mine and as mine free to share or with hold at will. Lovely write Susan.
Hugs,
Fee

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Fond memories lead to good dreams. My dreams, alas, turn to good, if unsettling, stories.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

I have always been enamored with recurring dreams that never seem to find an end. They continue to cycle back at the most unexpected times and fan the flames of puzzlement and intrigue.

In my life I have learned to find comfort in the unexpectedness of dreams, and often have applied something I've learned in the dream-state to real life and it's worked.

This write is a jewel Belle - never rest your quill!

Unity unwavering ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Dreams are goodfriends!!

cannot harm you ...just gives you jitters at times..lol!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Susan

Dreams like love are ageless and vibrant
Sprinkle moondust and stardust on them always..

Love
Peter

Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Lovely as always Susan!!!

Eternal Love, Dove

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

the cycle of our dreams coincide with the cycle of our passions and reveal themselves quite unexpectedly ... as they do a treasure of hope begins to unravel ... an astute obervation made credible through your poetic skill ...

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Old dreams re-visted can often be marvelous things, if we let them.

Reviewed by Victor Dean (Reader)

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Dreams . . . Inner you they say . . . Maybe . . . Would be nice if life could be turned about in this fashion . . . Hardly ever is.

Reviewed by F William Broome

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Susan - With a bit of envy, this poem is one which each of us keep wishing we could have... more often, and deeper, with meaning. Our dreams are higher parts of us, and you go there with little difficulty. - Bill

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Hear old muse of mine and take note. This is how you should write a poem.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on September 2, 2006

Dreams and their meanings can be so much fun as you have shown in this write. Even nighmares are delightful :-)

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on September 2, 2006

I like that line Allen mentioned too! Beautiful passion dream to share Susan.

Eileen

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Reviewed on September 2, 2006

Ah, dreams....we hang to those we consider beautiful and shun nightmares. Wonderful way with words, flowed quite well. Victor

Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)

Reviewed on September 2, 2006

~~Susan~~the first lady of passionate poetry strikes again..such a delightful poem, wonderful poet~~

~~martin~~

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

Reviewed on September 2, 2006

Truly outstanding in its delivery Susan. �Hidden in a trunk of old dreams� captures the imagination of this reader�I really liked this