we will always dream

You sure dream a lot. This was a good one--the etheral lover.

lovely work

"Like an ambrosial apparition escaping from a candy jar
It’s sweetness just a temporary tang of reality
A flavor, I can still roll in my mouth
A concept I can still taste in my mind"

How yummy is that?! You're so smoothe, Jude ...

Your descriptive words are like none I've ever read. You are just excellent, that's all there is to it.

love the dreaming stage, yes in it
it is perfection, enjoyed your lines
and motion

Enjoyed my fovorite part:

"Like an ambrosial apparition escaping from a candy jar
It’s sweetness just a temporary tang of reality
A flavor, I can still roll in my mouth
A concept I can still taste in my mind"

deep thoughts..wonderful as always, Jude

I Never Stop Dreaming----- Why Should You!


TRASK

Last stanza says it all. Great write!

Jude I can't add anything to what has already been said. You are a classy poet and I envy your intellectual approach to the written word. It is unusual to find one that can create with intelligence and also imagination. I hope you never give up on dreams...
Chanti

Still chuckling at Andy's comment, but certainly not at
your poem here, Ace. I like it a lot. The emotions are
so 'familiar." I like just about everything you write.

Love that line..."To the land where poets play"....lovely write.

Better than my dreams. I dreamed that a neuclear bomb landed in my bathroom.. Then a box of stuff goodies came, saying sorry. Made in Korea.

Nice, in the land of Nod, Utopian hope, dreamy write..

I like what the rest said and especially the review by Ed and you do play in the land well.

"Life there can ever be a perfect place"...yes don't we all crave that, very expressive Robert.

Felix

You play in the Land of Poets quite well.

Poets just have to roll with the punches like everyone else. Kewl write, Ace.

Dreaming as usual I guess...lol!!

I like this very much!!

Love Tinka :)

Oh dear!!! I can feel half a page coming on when I must rein myself in, I know, and keep to 3 (??!!) lines... that's one gone already!! Although this tone is so reflective and gentle, it is just bursting - it seems to me - with a kind of latent energy which in my book is what "the perfect place/paradise" is all about: none of this suspended animation and dossing on clouds for me, thank you very much!! Paradise will be serious playtime: if God is there, the Source of all inspiration, energy and creativity, how can it not be? Somehow here I also get the sense that you refer to dreams as a medium of unreality - when they must be a foundational element, I think, in shaping our very REAL waking realities; after all, our consciousness is probably 7/8 hidden - like the mass of an iceberg. Fndamentally though, perhaps this poem is about the presence of inspiration, which can come through any of our five senses. It's full meaning covers such vast territory: it breathes, infuses, exalts, instructs, causes change, animates... so many things, way beyond the seeming "passivity" of dreaming. Interesting that Linda mentions shape-shifting: the theme of my manuscript - which is a good job, given my interest in it!!... And, unlike inspiration, I really am just going!! TY for the mental gymnastics! LOL Kate xx

Vivid dreaming, makes for great poetry.
Splendid work

Happy dreaming

Your dreams that you write of Robert are vivid realities, for they a painted on our souls with your words.

Allen

The place is in the poet's heart and the "lady" in question is ever real. You can show up in my dreams anytime you want to stop in for a visit.

If dreams came true you would be showing up in mine :-) Did I say that out loud?

You are the ultimate shape-shifter, and you continue to surprise us. The Muse...sometimes she injects pure cocaine into our veins, and we write in a fevered rush where hours go by and we have no sense of time...and sometimes we feel numb, stone cold and stupid. Who knows where it comes from? Brilliant, my friend.

Without a dream we perish,even if they are illusive,inexpicable,or a mightmare, we learn much from them and you have shown us that. May your dreams be fulfilled...

etw

Alluding to the illusive. ...But what is a dream? Is it perhaps parallel time? Is it our thoughts wandering through lifetimes past or those in our future? Could it simply be our mind shorting out as is relaxes, mixing unrelated thoughts into a series of events? It is difficult to sort it out and I wonder if it is necessary or required that we do so. Very nice poetry, Robert, got my thoughts buzzing.
Take care,
Sherry

"To the land where poets play..." Oh yes, its changing and growing. Where dreams evolve in this place, where your pen comes alive...

You can even make a dream taste good?