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| Reviewed by SOULFUL SHEE G. Pulsing In Passionate Purple PassionS |
6/28/2008 |
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WOW Joyce- NEVER heard you speak/write like THIS before, I like WHERE you went!
Almost an illusion we falter under!
I love this honest look into a hidden secret within!
I hope your ankle is well healed and on the way to be mending strongly my sweet kind friend!
In this poem, it reminds me to "REALLY" open up and take that much needed risk, is a feeling of insecurity and but still a risk is growth within! and when shared may help another!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner PEACE, Warrior Purple Gypsy Passion Lady Sheeexooo
STay Positive!
Enjoy! your summer love of creativeness! |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
5/27/2008 |
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Very different for you, Joyce. I love it when an author leaves their comfort zone to express dark truths. This is haunting, and I love the ending. Well done! Love and Hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
5/19/2008 |
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I am always grateful that the Lord looks on the heart... so many facades we have... yet sometimes we open up and let others see the hidden us and it is taken the wrong way. (probably why we keep so much hidden, eh?) In the end, isn't it nice to know that there is someone whom we can put our total trust in? And...He knows the truth...
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten |
5/19/2008 |
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Torment has no place to hide...and, I believe the lack of light, at night, allows our minds to wander...We were meant to wander!
I think, what we keep inside, can only intermingle with what we perceive it as, not allowing another reflection to bounce off and re-create another image of our fears, or pain, or what we wallow in, alone...
Our husbands and wives should be the light in our darkness, the eyes when ours are shut, the breath when we can't find any air to breathe...
I feel safe in my dark with mine...and I am so thankful for him.
Gosh, I hope your ankle feels better...just that alone must make you feel vulnerable at night! I can remember being pregnant with number three or four??? LOL! and I thought about if I ever had to run...I'd have to grab up my babies and try to escape through a that small window? NOT!
My husband was working nights and I hated feeling that way!
Anywho...Your pen has me wandering....:)
Stay off your feet and Be Served! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~ |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
5/18/2008 |
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Sorry about your ankle! Always somethin', isn't it?!
When I was a child, I slept with a pillow on my back because I was afraid someone was going to creep into my room and stab me. (Like a pillow would have helped.) What I was really afraid of was the darkness that filled the house night and day. Another word for it
was hate [between my parents]. Only seemed worse at night. Sorry for going on. Just want you to know that I know where you are coming from. Try as we may not to, all of us push down 'bad' thoughts and feelings and suppress memories, and it only makes them scarier.
Always stay as sweet and kind and open as you are, Luv. <3 Pea <3 |
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| Reviewed by Kathy Armijo |
5/18/2008 |
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I know about keeping 'stuff' in the dungeon of my mind ... never to see the light of day. It is a painful reminder of the hurts. Yet, I [for one] am glad that I don't have to pass judgement. This is a most powerful reminder to give with all our heart and love like today is our last day on earth.
God bless you. Kathy |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
5/18/2008 |
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an excellent and profound write Jocyed
Peace & love be with you
William
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| Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader) |
5/18/2008 |
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| A wonderful write...deep and insightful...full of wisdom, love holly |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
5/18/2008 |
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| Burying fears-- now that's a concept. I think that's what they did to Pandora's thoughts-- fastened them "safely" away-- makes you wonder if that's better,or worse... 'cos if you're accustomed to some things, fear of them decreases, but on the other hand, a renewed exposure, after thinking something was gone forever-- that could be horrifying... hmmm... I like where your muse has led you. Hmmmm... Big thoughts sloshing around in my little brain... --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
5/18/2008 |
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| ... you and me both, Joyce. I feel for you on both counts: last night I dreamt my husband left me... and today I have cycled the Purbeck Hills off piste and ended up with a pulled ankle tendon... I now have a dead leg, so goodness knows what my dreams will hold tonight!! This is very keenly crafted and images and words work well together. May healing of both ankle and uneasy restlessness come quickly! Love, Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
5/18/2008 |
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Joyce, our dreams bring us to many levels, this one was quite an eye opener. I truly hope your pain subsides, and you have dreams of a different nature.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Randall Barfield |
5/17/2008 |
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| We never FEEL safe in the dark, although it may be safer than in the light! Feelings can be strange like some dreams. |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
5/17/2008 |
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| its a healthy darkness, its good to release it rather than surpress it...wishing you a swift ankle healing |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/17/2008 |
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Wow. This one born of pain, but thought provoking, none the less - hope your ankle feels better soon, Joyce. Well done.
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
5/17/2008 |
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| A little dark but very wise words. Excellent write. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Morning Star |
5/17/2008 |
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Wow I'm going to be cremated I
Often dream they berried six feet under
And I am suffocating I dream this when I
refused to take anymore pain meds
So I call them nightmares!
Excellent write but stay of your ankle
Peace Love and Light....Morning star
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
5/17/2008 |
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The kind of poems I write after dreams from pain meds and sleepless nights...Excellent Joyce, in the dark realm!Sorry about your ankle.I know that pain and you have my prayers!
ET |
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| Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks |
5/17/2008 |
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Thought-provoking images you pen, Joyce. But how "safe" are they in the dark? Maybe best to bring them to Light, pray and ask God's understanding. Better to be gone than rotting within.
Wow...the pain of the strained foot really provoked your muse :o)
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
5/17/2008 |
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| An interesting write, Joyce, that makes one really stop and think. Hope the ankle heals soon. Blessings. |
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| Reviewed by OnepoetGem * |
5/17/2008 |
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gee Joyce this was really great, saw some of myself in it, smiling when I feel like crying, making humor when I should be angry, doing a lot of pretending to hide my shadows. Well anyway, to quote William Shakespeare, "the world is a stage, and we are merely actors upon it."
May not be exact but close. I have learned appropriate behavior to survive positively, it's the wisest way to live. We can't let our demons out on the world, then again many do, what demons made a 16 year old boy kill his mother with a baseball bat and then try to kill his father, hugs dear poetess and friend |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
5/17/2008 |
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Powerful write, Joyce; sorry to hear you sprained your ankle. Hope you are back on your feet soon; I'll say a special prayer just for you!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
5/17/2008 |
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| Definitely dark, but maybe not so safe...take care of that ankle, ice is the ticket to healing...Ed |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
5/17/2008 |
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| Deep, thought provoking! What lies burried will some time surface and must be faced... We await our fate!............M |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
5/17/2008 |
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This ignites the dynamo of ontologic spiritual awareness leading the emotions to make a wise teleologic picture... "Safe in the Dark?" glows.
In respect,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Bonnie May |
5/17/2008 |
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| I too must be cremated, no underground for me. You wrote this so well that I just wrote it pen in my book so they all know, "don't put me in a grave.' Well done my friend. Love, Bonnie |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
5/17/2008 |
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I hope that my ashes keep on flying with the winds, and storms, and some grains inside the feather of a Bald Eagle up and above my beloved land.
Georg |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
5/17/2008 |
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| We all truly do reap what we sow, and I hope your ankle improves quickly. |
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