Shadows of the Wasteland (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 20, 2006

yes, we all are in darkness hoping to find the light. Write on!

Reviewed on May 17, 2006

There are those who chase their sick, manipulative shadows and revel in the darkness as opposed to those who are points of light. You and I are of the illuminary type, kindred spirits, points of light who are in constant stellar motion who aspire to challenge the stars in a rival of their brightness. You and I are 10 million times brighter with an unknown interplanetary dust adding our own distant glow, Jude! Lighthouse searchlights we are who blot out the dishonest leaving us a clear view of the firefly!

Sage

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

you always manage to blow me away with some standout image or amazing turn of a phrase. "a million broken suns" did it here. the whole feel of this really takes you to a stark place filled with the hollow cries of lost souls. shadows of the wasteland indeed. Dawn

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

This is indeed a very dark place to visit and one that we often do before the changes. Your descriptions are chilly bringing to the reader the helpless feeling of depression that such a place would cause. Great write.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

Now this is dark... I think I saw the movie.

Ron

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

Eloquent write about a place I would not want to be. I agree with Eileen.

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

I like Regis' comment, Jude. :-) Quite the gloom-driven piece sailing solemnly toward Dante's Inferno. What a write!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

If there is a hell, this place sounds like it, Jude. Come to think of it, there are times when it feels like that right here. Thank you for this captivating offering. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

sounds to me like a place outside of Creator's realm! wherever it is I pity the ignorant souls that chose it. Good one...

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

i like this!!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

Gotta hand it to you Jude, you captured the twilight zone completely, in fact I can just hear Rod Sterling reciting this interesting poetry standing alone, sans light, with a crippled and leperous audience at his beck, but not his call.

Reviewed by Huda Orfali

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

I agree with George, it sounds like our dear earth
Wonderful write, Jude
love and peace

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

Jude
This has a foreign and alien feel about it...I know where you are coming from, and I share the same disquiet !
Peter

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on May 12, 2006

Deep write Jude!!

Take care!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on May 11, 2006

Sounds a lot like earth to me. As usual you write between the lines that tickles my fancy.

Reviewed by Alex Nodopaka

Reviewed on May 11, 2006

As usual you have some wonderful lines, especially the last 4

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on May 11, 2006

Darkness is often the only source of light. Then again it is all relative. Nice one.

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on May 11, 2006

In your words the voice is an echo of the soul and it's energy resounds evermore. I admire your deep thoughts on life.

Susan

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on May 11, 2006

Truly awesome write, intense and deeply in tune with the black side of the universal forces. Great descriptive terms and lines that liven up the body of the poem to heighten awareness of the topic.

Felix

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on May 11, 2006

I sense a lot of bitterness in this poem Jude. Like the old adage, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink."

I did get a chuckle in the first stanza. We never think of sheer darkness as being light, but for some, that is the only light they'll ever know. Sad.

~ Sara