Dreams are a refuge...whether good or bad. And our minds escape to that reality for the time being through our wondrous and random imagination. I thrive on them. Your work expresses this so well and eloquently, Jane.
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2012
Always happens when a dream starts getting good...
Very well done,Jane.
I was dreaming as I read,
this beautiful poem now in my head.
Abandoned words put to pen,
For all of us on authorsden.
Go back to sleep and tell me more,
This dream from you opened many doors.
It took me to a place in time,
That look, that touch, was only mine.
For what beauty we can find in the deep
recesses of our mind within our dreams
Oh how beautiful yes, for those forbidden
lovely things to surface only to find we
must wake up.
Good. Good. I loved this one Jane. The rythm kept momentum building to the surprising yet not so surprising end. Well crafted poem. I admire this. Be well, Kathy
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Very well done,Jane.
Deborah
Ron
this beautiful poem now in my head.
Abandoned words put to pen,
For all of us on authorsden.
Go back to sleep and tell me more,
This dream from you opened many doors.
It took me to a place in time,
That look, that touch, was only mine.
Loved the poem Jane!!!!
Teresa Walker
recesses of our mind within our dreams
Oh how beautiful yes, for those forbidden
lovely things to surface only to find we
must wake up.
Lovely Jane
Love and Light
Lily
budd