False Fire (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 20, 2005

sensitivity to "others" mis aligned thoughts creates a mess

Reviewed by Susan Barton (Reader)

Reviewed on April 14, 2005

deep thoughts!

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Poignant writing, as eloquent as ever, Robert. As for those hearts...the last line of your poem speaks of a victory of sorts.

Gina

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

I second Nordette, yeah slay me baby...

Eileen

Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Wonderfully expressed, sweets! ;)

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Great write.
Really like your opening lines

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Oooooh, slay me, baby. ~~Nordette

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

i like this

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Fine write. Can most definately relate! Thank you, wise one...

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Am so very glad to find this from you today. Those "Flying into.." lines say so, so much. And you demonstrate your grace for endings quite well here. Dawn

Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

This smacks me right upside the head! I can taste the rejection, the ridicule, the snubbery... With your keenly honed skill with word weave melded with astonishing creative vision, you've brought grace to an otherwise quite spiritually debilitating situation.
Beautifully crafted, Jude!
~ Mari

Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*� Authors & Creations

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Maybe that is the fire that causes the worst burns. May it go out and a may a blessed one be rekindled from its ashes.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

You can dive into the depths of pain and expose it for what it is. Great write.

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

A very emotional, haunting write Robert...penned in you very unique way....

Peace, Carole

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Oh deep wisdom you penned here Robert!!

Been there and maybe still are!!

Locked in a dark abyss..mind heart and soul!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by KJ McPhee

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

this poem speaks to anyone who's been outside looking in
and wondering if its even worth while to join the crowd.
A salve for the talked-about. k

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

We are nothing less than we believe ourselves to be. Being snubbed or put down is never easy, but we must hold on to what we know as truth and not allow others to obstruct our focus. Only the strong survive and only the strong can become victorious through loving their adversaries, and forgiving them. That which we do not allow to kill our spirit, makes us stronger.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by D May (Reader)

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Truer words have not been spoken. You put this out there and sum it up.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

Ah... ooo.. um... yes, this sears with pain and burns with frustration; the subject matter clings like the sedimentary dust that needs a good shake out, and chokes like the sense of ash in the mouth. Yet you still manage to write with a flowing charge of resistance that makes it feel as if sails are already luffing to the breath of fresh breezes. It's tough being the burnt offering on someone else's altar; being reduced to ash and then poked and stoked into resurrection to keep the home fires burning; but a good hairwash always revives! :)) No, I'm not depressed... my humour is still intact! Time to slip anchor and away... Kate xx

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on April 12, 2005

How do you fight a negative, the eternal problem.