healing hands of creative form (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 2, 2014

Cool poem!

Reviewed on May 22, 2014

good one

Reviewed on May 17, 2014

Most compelling; your images emphasize a theme to which I can intimately relate. Thank you, Jude. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on May 13, 2014

The stages of love until it is found.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on May 13, 2014

I heard he sang a good song... I heard he had a style. Killing me softly, Roberto. xx

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on May 13, 2014

Hey Jude,
The heart is the lonely hunter, it will always rejuvenate itself, especially when the heart is pure and true.

Nicely done!
Peace, light, and love,
Amber

Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley

Reviewed on May 13, 2014

What a wonderful offering of the stages the heart goes through jude...
How it is drained, impaired and then taps into providence to once again be rejuvenated...

Your creative form of writing is unique and I always enjoy it..
Just wonderful...

Love and Light,
Lily

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 13, 2014

deprived and saddened,
by the absence of soul

Quite powerful, and sadly appropriate for both the human heart and the heart of mother nature today.

Reviewed by audrine max

Reviewed on May 12, 2014

lovely poem. i remember one of the strongest typoons that struck our land, how it turned our luscious green mountains to mere branches of brown. it's beautiful that you bear witness, even at a distance, how it slowly turns back to its green luscious form.

Reviewed by Mary Cochrane

Reviewed on May 12, 2014

I feel the heart break and scatter and then magically heal and shimmer with joy as I read your poem. You have penned it so beautifully well Jude.

Reviewed by J. Roseline

Reviewed on May 12, 2014

Beautifully done , I usually dont get words to describe your poems!Nevertheless , I enjoy them much.-- healing hands of creative form.. Wah Wah Jude! That is how we applaud in Hindi JK

Reviewed by Kathy Parenteau

Reviewed on May 12, 2014

Beautiful!

Kathy

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 12, 2014

That Corolla will not tip toe lightly through scented petals. ;-)

Your poetry soothes the dry and wounded heart.

Ron

Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn

Reviewed on May 12, 2014

Very beautiful poem! I feel it. Thank you, D.T.

Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe

Reviewed on May 12, 2014

Beautifully written! Most of us can relate, I'm sure of this.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on May 11, 2014

Healing is something that one must do for oneself. I've had days I felt that I'm one against several others; but then I thought...Hhhmmm...Perhaps not? I would always try to talk myself out of the sorrow and the misery that I was feeling. Self-therapy is very important for oneself.

Sandie

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on May 11, 2014

Wow! This really touches down on something I'm feeling about someone right now! How timely.......oh, and lovely!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on May 11, 2014

The progression is one that we repeat over and over as we search for that one that one perfect rose that has no thorns. Looking forward and refusing to look back with anything less than fondness for the good times is the only hope we have for realizing our dream. Nice work, Jude.
Sherry