Awakening in the Lucid Zone (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on February 26, 2007

great poeming Eileen, the lucid zone speaks very lucid

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on February 26, 2007

good one; as always I enjoy your work

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

that was wrenching, god's blessings to you

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

you're in my prayers, eileen; very well done! hope you feel better soon!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

execellent write Eileen
peace be with you

Love & Peace
William

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

(((Eileen)))

There seems to be truth underneath powerful lines--you're in my prayers. Continue to heal, rest, and know you're in my thoughts--

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

your conclusion is brilliant writing, Eileen. great rhyme, too. I'd imagine there's much more beneath this to write about? Dawn

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

I agree with ~E~

Reviewed by Richard Orey

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

I'm nuts about you too, ET!

Or am I just nuts, period?

Nice choice of wording, much deeper and socially meaningful than a quick read would suggest.

One trouble with many mental tests (Rorschach, etc) is that many times the tester isn't quite certain of what his test results indicate. It's kind of like registering a negative Babinski on a physical exam--zip a stimulator up the bottom of your foot and your toes curl instead of furl. "It's a negative, all right. Now, what's it mean?"

Am I subject to getting a ticket if I speed through the lucid zone?

I enjoyed this one.
Richard

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

A well-expressed emotional piece. Much heartfelt! Take care, Eileen!!!!!

Sandie May Angel :o)

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

Well written...heartfelt!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

Great write, well written and very thought provoking, sometimes it is hard to make sense of the world around you, and the choices that are made!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

The lucid zone seems harder to find for all of us these days, Tiger Lily.

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

Vividly engaging capture, Eileen.
Be at peace in that lucid zone, poetess!
Warmest best wishes,
Carolyn

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 25, 2007

Tigger bounces back, salt tears are an ouch, good to see you in the lucid zone.

Stay weller than well...

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on February 24, 2007

"Carniverous beasts war within
Wreaking havoc in the abdomen"...

Thats me after a night of excess...potato chips, ice cream, pudding & cherry pepsi...still though better than the drink...Ed & your loyal nephew, Rufuz...

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 24, 2007

a deep sense of malaise covers the fabric of this poem ... i hope the stinging bees will soon only offer honey ... be well and endeavor to prosper ...

Reviewed by Joyce Devenish

Reviewed on February 24, 2007

I love this one, beautifully worded. Best wishes. Welcome back...Joyce

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on February 24, 2007

If this is about you, I am just thankful you are in any zone.
Get well and be the best you can be.

You would be missed.

Elizabeth

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip

Reviewed on February 24, 2007

Remarkable poem, Eileen. Our medical experiences draw sharp contrast to our "normal" lives. My best wishes for your recovery and good health.
Love and {{{{{hugs}}}}},
Leland

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 24, 2007

Wow, Eileen. I sense there is so much here beyond the "obvious." I do wish you the very best of peace and love and healing. I may be off base here but your poem reminded me that my physician has set up an ultrasound appointment for me and, because of waiting lists, I can't get into the hospital until sometime in May. Thank you for this.

Regis