skullbee's qualm (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 3, 2014

we are atomic figurines rowing in a sea of dreams
sleeping like restless babies suspended above old men�s screams

our intelligence scattered in a lullaby of embryonic epochs
our voices submerged in a sea of symphonic blood

Can't tell you how exhausted these lines make me feel, such is their power of suggestion and depletion. Excellent, Kartero. I think there's a good reason why you 'can't get his hum out of' your 'head', though, don't you?! :) But I have absolutely no doubt at all that he's still alive and kicking up a little dust somewhere... KayBee xx

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on July 24, 2014

Hey Jude,
Such beauty within these inspired lines.
So, if he's confused let him find a safe harbor to render those sea of dreams.
Love this one!
Peace, light and love,
Amber

Reviewed by DM Yates (Reader)

Reviewed on July 24, 2014

the first line is the best - merging with hell. I've often said life on Earth is hell.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on July 23, 2014

Great metaphorical write! I enjoyed this!

Sandie

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 23, 2014

It's been some time since I've seen you rhyme. You conjure up much about that buzzing in your head and thoughts of your honey that often override.

Clever insight in this one.

Ron

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on July 22, 2014

You're lucky. My skullbee does not have honey covered thoughts.

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on July 22, 2014

seems a serious buzz going around your head

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on July 21, 2014

When honey is poison
In some people's mind
Dead or alive doesn't matter
When the hive has gone blind

Patrick

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on July 21, 2014

I have heard that the ones who break out of the hive are joining others desperadoes from different hives. What they are up to. Ahhh . . . Hate to guess.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on July 21, 2014

We all face the results of misaligned actions once we leave the "hive". Your imagery used so well!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on July 21, 2014

well done; as always, thought provoking

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 21, 2014

Quite powerful, and you said it pretty well yourself.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on July 21, 2014

Perhaps it is all an illusion of our own making. Our struggle to know and our desire not to, our wish to be successful and our decision not to be. Chewy bite here, Jude.

Reviewed by Isabella Koldras

Reviewed on July 21, 2014

...depicted..."outskirts of heaven is our world
merging wit hell"...once biblical imagery...
metaphorical state of mind...today's literal
dungeon of human hellish attitudes...
God Bless!

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on July 20, 2014

This is going to take me some thought to fully understand it as you know I am not the sharpest pencil in the box...;-) e

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on July 20, 2014

we are atomic figurines rowing in a sea of dreams
sleeping like restless babies suspended above old men�s screams

I love the metaphor and simile that you have created here... ...and the whole poem gives me (the reader) pause for thought. Well done, Jude. Love and peace to you,

Regis