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the ghost of lake eerie
by jude forese → (All Poetry by jude forese)
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he surveys the ice-covered lake ambling along the riverbank sopping with frozen ferns and fragmented branches extending into the broken ice his feet are cold and damp swamped by unfrozen rainwater hours of thoughtless vapors rise along with the frozen fog engulfing him he dwells on the opaque surface of hidden designs and unseen perils hidden within the icy sky of his frosty heart that still conjures up nomadic dreams and rootless journeys of another lifetime he disappears above the surface mist over and over again a ghost desperately trying to come about and speak with the haunted breeze surrounding him suprisingly he captures the resilience to converse with the approaching winds of spring requesting to melt into the horizon he belonged to before flowering into the visions he once nurtured

Reviewed by Rozzy Diouf

Reviewed on March 2, 2014

Wow! for a moment there I was a bit frozen. The imagery is amazing!

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 21, 2014

Ah... nice ending! Makes me think The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, where the curse of winter is finally ended and spring comes at last. Seems like another in the 'provision' and 'falling up' category. BTW, Ron's comment on 'blue slumber' about the memory being as holographic patterns having an effect on the neurons so as to cause synaptic activity strikes a chord with me; and particularly so in these kinds of writes of yours. It's like the changing hologram of memory which creates these 'dream sequences' is permanently looking for its contextual fit in terms of firing up the synapses - am I making sense here? xx

Reviewed by Michael True

Reviewed on February 11, 2014

Quite the friendly ghost. I am intrigued with its frozen spirit, lingering until the thaw. M.True

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on February 5, 2014

Hey Jude
Your verses are mesmerizing stirring all kinds of emotions and visions within my minds eye. You never disappoint this reader!
I love the new photo it is very cool!
Much peace light and love
Amber

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on February 4, 2014

surreal. an acceptance. fragile in it's renewal.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

It must be the one that Alex Bevan had let get away.
Michael D.

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

ghosts, wonder if they have to inhabit something in order to speak, I'm sure it has much to say

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

The only one that could possibly hear "the drone of a beaver's den" would be a coyote or fox.

And a ghost would also be appropriate, if there is such a thing.

Ron

Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)

You took me there! A wonderfully written haunting chill. Glad I read it this morning rather than last night haha! ;)

Reviewed by pat medlin

this write put the reader right there meandering through the foggy mists...allowing them to to feel their own muses. just what a fine write is intended to do. i enjoyed this experience, for thats what it was to your readers...pat

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

I can relate to this ghost of lake eerie; I sadly feel like one myself, as I wander along frozen lake michigan.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Your words carried me along and melded me with the foggy mist. Like the haunt of the years that have so obviously passed, we wait with anticipation for the memories to reemerge and awaken us, again. Very beautiful with strong images.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Hauntingly eerie, Jude. Desperation awaiting the birth of life giving spring flowers and honey bees. Love this poem.

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

An absolute touch of brilliance! Atmosphere and mind merging expertly done...I like the Upturn in the last verse...wonderful piece of writing...I need to go and warm my feet now!
Diana...