The Missing (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on July 19, 2005

for those that wait with hope and love and belief...they will know the signs, and messages

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on February 26, 2005

Tragedies like this are becoming more common these days; this sounds like a case for CSI.
Splendid work

Peace

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 25, 2005

There's too many missing...
Excellent story lines......

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 25, 2005

Gripping and thought-provoking in its evocation of a great tragedy unfortunately not uncommon. Chillingly sad but most effective, Jude. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Zenith Elliott

Reviewed on February 25, 2005

Power-filled, vivid write, best wishes to you always ~Z~

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 25, 2005

a powerful write on a sad subject. We have one wall at work with missing posters, heart breaking for the families...

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

In Blink Of Your Eye--Just One of Many Hell's Many Have Yet To Come They Will Endure...

TRASK

Reviewed by Huda Orfali

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Very powerful poem, deep thoughts and provoking images.
Let's pray for those who are missing
love and peace
Huda

Reviewed by Larry Rochelle

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

So many gone. So little hope. Excellent depth here.

Reviewed by Edwin Larson

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Chillingly gruesome write...dark imagery indeed...Another fine write from the Ace..

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

This poem is even more chilling by it's gentle delivery. Our lives are like shadows, we truly are spirits. But each of us is held in God's memory, if not by man, and He leaves tangible evidence of His care...

Reviewed by Faye Enno (Reader)

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Haunting write,
gave me chills!

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Outstanding. Leaves one thinking about those who do go missing.

Todays news, tomorrows chip paper..

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

This is interesting because one wonders when someone who has been reported missing where they end up at. Yes missing persons often disappear into the landscape.

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

The crucifix that didn't burn, the flower that was intact. Such powerful thoughts. Everyone is important to God. This is an outstanding write.

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Touched a spot there and the line
"They disappeared into the landscape"
Wow! Haunting!

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Ace, once again, you "aced" this highly controversial issue.

I knew you would write about this. Something just "drew" me to your site. How can we call this justice Ace? We spend billions on killing machines, billions on political campaigns to "fool" people into electing an image as opposed to a truth seeker, and ignore over what I feel is far more than 1,100 souls who, in my opinion, are no longer important to those who promised to give us security, but want to fly the political skies to preach their brand of justice on the cultures of other nations.

I love this write of yours. It reminds me that I still live in an America where I should never ever EVER be afraid to speak my mind without persecution. That's the way our founders of freedom from government intervention would have wanted it, in my own opinion anyway.

blessin's
cynth'ya

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

This is so sad, Robert. The unidentified missing, the families who wait to learn what has happened to them, the years of waiting with no answers or closure, it is a heartbreaking scenerio. You have penned a haunting masterpice with this poem.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

poignant read

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Het\y...Robert, deep dark mysterious write that leads into a moral dilema as well. You are the best at these hands down. I really enjoyed this one.
Felix

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Robert,
This is a well presented write, with a gut punch added to it. Everytime we hear of those that are 'missing', I always begin to pray they not only be found alive, but simply found. The horrors of their loved ones, never knowing, never being able to have closure, frightens me.
Perfect poetry Robert.

Lisa

Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Took my breath...very sad.....and very well written.....ty, Dani

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

This is sad but very well delivered...of now you see me now you don't...invisible lone ranger!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Robert....Only the faint echo of the missing
Responds to distance of not knowing how or why
They disappeared into the landscape ...I agree with you here...another gift of wisdom from you to all of us here...love n luck....lend me your brain so that I may write a poem as superb as this...cheers....BHUWAN from Nepal.

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Your reverence for those unlucky enough to be "not missed" shows through this very thoughtful piece. I hope this is the poet speaking and no personal experience. Your skillful delivery of the sadness caught my heart.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 24, 2005

Always a mystery how people manage to disappear without trace, or how they cannot even "be missed" sometimes - especially in these days where you can feel as though the whole world is aware of your every move. A poignant sketch also, perhaps, of the fragmentation of society, in which those ties which ought to be closest become instead distant, with one or other party longing for contact to be made, but also aware of just how "busy" life is: a double tragedy, both of the pressures we now have on our time, and that we can be just "busy dying/being killed" in the process. Last stanza so beautifully melancholic and ringing with the echoes of loneliness. Tender and delicate inspite of the brutality of the subject matter. TY Kate xx

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

A sad facet of reality, skillfully sketched here... Engaging, as always, Sir Ace.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2005

Haunting in the reality of such happenings.