Melancholy Dreamer (poem) by Cryssa C on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 22, 2009

One must hold on to ones dreams, no matter the pain of one that has not been reached, or may never be reached, and that pain is the only hope you have. I am so moved by this piece, Cryssa, my words are not adequate ~ Hugs, Elizabeth

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on June 12, 2009

Melancholy is one of my favorite words maybe because that's what the books say my personality type was at that moment. This is truely beautiful because is true for most melancholics.

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on June 12, 2009

They say we dream every night . Some are remembered , others remain a part of the subcoscious. The poem is soul touching!.....M

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on June 11, 2009

Dream on and dream BIG!

I like the colors although the yellow was a hard to read.

God Bless,

John Michael

Reviewed by Linda Zebsokey

Reviewed on June 10, 2009

This beautiful poem reminds me of the Serenity Prayer:

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on June 10, 2009

Sometimes we have to lose things
Before we can find new things.
Reality poetry you write.

Doug

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on June 10, 2009

wonderful write-sometimes, we must amend our dreams

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on June 10, 2009

Cryssa, I think it's so very important to have dreams...and to fulfill them whenever possible....but there's a difference between what is obtainable and what is not. Beautiful write.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on June 10, 2009

You have entered a solitary forest where dreams are hanging from so many trees, some of them withered, others already on the ground, and your pen blowing a breeze from the eternal lungs of a melancholy dreamer.

Georg

Reviewed by Mary Coe

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Very nice! Beautifully written.

Reviewed by Jerry Engler

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Cryssa,I see what you mean about the relationship of your well-done rythmic poem with my article, "Depression Can Help," and the poem with it. If you can turn that melancholy to productive introspection and faith, perhaps we both will have done something well. It's tough, isn't it? Your writing is theraputic both for us and yourself...........Jerry

Reviewed by Emile Tubiana

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Dear Cryssa, I would not let melancholy take over. There is a big difference between dream and reality. I would not let the dream guide my mind unless you feel it with all your being. One should have hope, as we should seek out the ways of the High Powers which should guide us. Praying and leaving it to the grace is the best we can do. Love Emile

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

These sentiments are soul-reaching, Cryssa. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Oh how sad to dream and hope only to realize it is fading away...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

For letting go the chosen goal
would kill the dreamer�s soul�

to me this is the crux of this beautiful reverie of words, Cryssa. I leave this page treading softly... :)) xx

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

the dreamers diversity of dreams ,beautifully written, Cryssa!...ET

Reviewed by lili dauphin

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Beautiful!

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Very nice writing sweet lady...stay safe and well..Hugsss

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Where there is hope all is not lost. Splendid poetry.

Reviewed by Carin Spirit

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

never let go of your dreams, just the deterents to them. Love this one. Thank you for sharing. Be Well, Carin

Reviewed by Ray { The Great Canadian Buzzard }

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

I say never give up your dreams
If I gave up my dreams, I may find I have nothing left :)
SO dream on, great write
I enjoyed it
Ray { Canadian Buzzard }

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Cryssa,

This spoke to me:

" ... the mind speaks thoughts
of giving up
and letting go
the fantasy,
but in those veins
of traitor's words
the heart provides no solace.
And letting go the chosen goal
would kill the dreamer's soul... ...."

That's it, right there, the crux of the matter. Thank God we're stronger than the traitor's voice, mmm? Powerfully penned inspiration, well done, one of your (many) bests.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on June 9, 2009

Good write, Cryssa; well penned! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D