Dream Scene (d) ... Untold Heaven (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 19, 2005

learning comes from observing

Reviewed on March 10, 2005

Very nicely written Robert. I intend to read more of your work when time permits

Pat

Reviewed on March 5, 2005

It is strange, while in a dream, to imagine swinging while remaining still in sleep. The anotomy of ones own movement.

Ron

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on February 19, 2005

the last two verses makes everything feel
ok....makes one believe everything is ok
enjoyed

Reviewed by Melissa Rives

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

Wonderful as always...so good to read you again...it's been awhile since I've found the time to come here.

Reviewed by George Jackson

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

Very well written poem, and I like the metaphors used here (even if I can't spell the word, lol).

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

your work is always wonderful

Reviewed by Eddie Thompson

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

you are truly one of the best poets i have ever read...not just contemporary, either...you speak to my heart, anyway.

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

Well done Ace. A keeper

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

another excellent write...

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

The sweetness of the inner child, we should be so blessed to keep it.
An enchanting write, Ace.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

A most captivating poetic dream.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

The days that seemed to last forever.

Brings back memories of ones childhood, and that when I used to watch my son, enjoying such times..

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

I find this poem kind of sad and melencholly yet hopeful at the same time almost as if you are waitin for the children to show up at anytime. Precious and innocent this readst to me.

Felix

Reviewed by M Flack

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

There's a unique beauty within these words. A childlike dream of inocent times. Thank you for sharing them...

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

A serene beauty to this... children are our past, present and future: our connectivity; and I love Star's idea of the portal. I feel there is also a strong sense of being rooted into the self, as well as being drawn out and into "the perfect place". Yes, somehow playgrounds are never empty - even when no-one is there. Life, movement, energy remains and connects where we have been with where we are going - like a crossroads. You have, perhaps, further captured the ultimate freedom, desiring to touch heaven and conquer earth and escape the confining gravity of the material world with your movement of the swing - for me, one of the most liberating experiences of my childhood... and adulthood, I have to say!! You capture here plenty of your "moods of motion", Jude and have created yet another "out of the cradle, endlessly rocking" write which opens windows of the soul for us, and takes us all along with you... and all so effortless! TY for this. Have a gooooood day!! :)) Kate xx

Reviewed by Lisa P. (Reader)

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

I am glad you have kept on writing.

Reviewed by Alexandre Arnau

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

tis was a striking image to me, as i've had similar dreams. this was filled with both the comfortable warmth of memory and an eerie sadness, with neither feeling conflicting. this was great!

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

well done

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

So vivid this is...great job Robert!!

Par excellence!!

Love Tinak

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

"the wonder of an untold heaven"...for a moment, just a moment, I was back in time. Jude do you think that we can, as a species, find that wonder again? I hope so! Eerie, how you can transport us to another place...a gentle place.

Reviewed by Danielle Mundy

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

beautiful images here, Jude :)

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

You can hear the children because you are real to the touch. Wonderful write thank you for sharing this with us.

Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

Hi Robert, this is so neat, just so cool, I love it. I can hardly comment on it rally, but to know, well, it spoke ot me, that chldren represented some sort of portal, where the true gleaming took place, and perhpas the saving of humanity, perhaps, ty Al

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

I simply love this picture scene as it played before my mind...

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

This dream poem says so much about your own youth. It is eerie yet soft and gentle. I am with Eileen. The last line is powerful.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

There is something unsettling about a playground without children, even in a dream. If we sit quietly we can hear the voices of those who played there before and share in their laughter as our own history replays from the archives of our memory. There is a surreal feeling to this poem, Robert, it just grabbed me and pulled me into its spin. Very Nice!
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

That last verse is what got me too as Eileen said. This one you read several times.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

I love the last verse it speaks volumes! Splendid poetry!

etw