Fabricated Reality (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 8, 2007

can you imagine how this has all affected history and religion ? indeed a poem to ponder and wonder if that's what you first intended ...

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on September 8, 2007

And then there are those times with a thought is birthed from what seems like thin air and our lives are changed forever. Sometimes we make the creative thought process become and sometimes it makes us become. How wonderfully complex we are and how wonderful it is that we find it difficult to even understand our self completely. Pretty deep, Girlfriend...lots of pondering went into the creation of this one.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Joyce Devenish

Reviewed on September 8, 2007

Much thinking went into this one. Well done...Best wishes...Joyce

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on September 8, 2007

A bit philosophical, yet spiritual to have the gift to stick with the "what is" and stay away from the "what we want it to be". Words do have meaning and your writing is excellent, resonating outward.....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Michael Charles Messineo

Reviewed on September 8, 2007

Eileen,
Wow!!! You have nailed the creative process right on!!! The different outcome is what is meant to come out, and the set-up of thoughts is what drives us there. Well done!!!

...Michael

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Outstanding piece Eileen
ejoyed reading

Love & Peace
William

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Wow this are some very deep thoughts
And I too have started a poem
With a special thought in mind for
But somebody in my house will distracted
Me and the lines I have written will be in my book or just ends up in a different Direction than what i have started!
Excellent thoughts and imagery and flow!!
Love Peace and hugsssss to you....Morning star

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

LOL sounds like poetic chinese whispers...
I always tell any person whom asks -whatever you write get rid of the first 50%, as it takes that before the subcon takes hold- and who knows where any story, poem, my end up once it has its own life....

Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Eileen,
I have done this, too. I have begun writing a poem, with an idea in mind. Then, the telephone rings or the dog digs the door or I am distracted by some other means, causing the idea to leave my mind. I never delete the lines I have typed or words I have written, always saving them in a folder for future reference. Sometimes, a poem begun as a nature writing ends up becoming an inspirational poem, depending on which lines I keep and which I toss.

What I hate is getting the perfect line in a dream, while I'm asleep. They're always gone by morning and I'm always too lazy or unconscious to get up and write them down!

Thanks for sharing a topic that I sure has affected many, if not all, of us.

Love,
Jill

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Funny enough I always start off with one idea for a poem and end up with a completely different one!!

Like my passionate Mate one yesterday!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Barbara Smith

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Eileen, you've capture in this poem the same type things that happen to me. I sometimes wonder, was this what I was trying to get out or have I gone awry again. Many times I think I've captured my thought and when I write it down, it's totally different than my thought. This is a keeper for this readers standpoint...it does reflect feelings I'm sure we all experience. An exceptional writing.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Philosophical in its supposition concerning the creative and cognitive processes that are required to write, or create anything really. I know this place well - like shadows passing by in the mist, and then meditating for clarification.
Richard

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Walt has said the words I would have said, how often our stories change and end up not being related at all. Thank you for sharing with us Eileen and might I add, I am facinated with your art work.
Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Fascinating, and probably much truth in it. And it must be even tougher when one has two personalities. Did Edna or Tiger Lily write this? Inquiring Eds want to know!

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Good thoughts Eileen, a well written peom, love Holly

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Oh how true - I totally agree.
"leaving the truth in the dust. . ." --ouch--
Great write
DWB

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Many times I have sat down with one idea of a piece only to have it entirely different at the end. Sometimes our minds head off in different directions all at once...go figure.

Walt

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

I'm getting ready to being writing "Misdemeanors & Felonies," my slightly fictionalized autobiography . . . I plan on printing this poem out and pasting it where I can look up from the computer and see it . . . Powerful truth here, Eileen . . .

Reviewed by K. Mulroney

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

Wow, have you been peeking in my window? You know that little slit I slam in the back of my head so all the common sense doesn't fall out all at once? You so captured my thoughts these days. You just know something grest is in there but it's hiding. Sticking it's tongue out at you and chanting: "nah nahnah nah nah nahnah!" And if truth were dust, maybe it would blow in the face of the liar. GREAT piece Eileen!!!

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

Ahh... Eileen, this reminds me of an old college experiment where you whispered a statement into the ear of the student next to you, and they whispered it to the next, and so on until the statement ran all around the room and was finally whispered back into your own ear. Not the faintest resemblance to the original statement! Beautifully done (as always).

Ted

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

a most awesome offering ET... ponder indeed

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

There is such Truth to Fabricated Reality...I can't tell you how many times I have lived this as such...what everyone's opinion of you is so totally off in misconception...the internal mental process and external stimuli get lost in translation and there's power struggles, emotional conflict, and rivalries of subgroupings. If more people would venture somewhat more in the direction of authenticity in their lives, there would be more personal effectiveness in their daily lives...it starts with open-mindedness and points out that gossip is a social disturbance...very good message here, Eileen...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

a very thought provoking poem--love the line,..."The conclusion then, is that what we fabricate distorts reality leaving truth in the dust...

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

Eileen,

Spot on perfection. Excellent!

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

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

Wonderful write, Eileen! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

Yes indeed!
We wonder and while we wonder...more fabrications are being...fabricated :)
Time we started to unravel the loosely woven threads of fabrication...and embrace the tight loomed cords of Truth.

Hugs
Ch'erie

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

Thanks Kathy, this has nothing to do with Ed, it's a poem I had awhile back and never got to post, and a friend asked me about it today, as he was looking for it.

ET

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on September 6, 2007

You talking about Ed? If so, just think of the joy you brought to the AD family who felt as we were truly part of you. Twas great fun.

If it ain't Ed, well then I can only presume that the facts as first given got lost in the translation/reading.

Great poem
Kathy