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  The Lost Ones
by jude forese
Sunday, March 26, 2006
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Sitting on this bench in the middle of Central Park
I am nodding off, lightly dreaming of faces and places
I have never seen or have never visited

Must have been the long night of partying
And the aftermath of my illness
That has brought me to this lucid state
Of seeing myself from a far distance

Even as I open my eyes
I can still feel the emotion of my dreams
Haunting me like a word on the tip of my tongue
That I just cannot seem to articulate
Simply because I forgot where I was
And there no one around to talk to

Seemingly out of nowhere
A small parade of street actors
Passes right before me
Reciting excerpts from Samuel Becket’s “The Lost One’s”

And I have this strange feeling
I am right in the middle of “The Theater of the Absurd”

But I am feeling somewhat sensible:
At least this performance
Seems like a surreal home cooked meal
On which I am feasting upon
And enjoying every morsel

So what the hell, I getting off this bench
And follow them down the path
Into the trees

Who knows what the breezes will bring in
    



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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 4/2/2006
Sounds like a great reality show. ;-)

Ron
Reviewed by Sara Coslett 4/1/2006
Ahhh, another snippet in Jude's adventures with the world around him. You write of your life so well.

I've never posted a story of all the places I've been. Traveling has it's rewards, and it has its draw backs. I definitely think everyone should have the opportunity to see the world. It is like a steam bath that opens up your pores to cleansing. When you visit far away places, especially other countries, you really come to appreciate your blessings. And in so much as you are a talented poet, I know it will awaken a sense you never knew you had. There are more than six.

~ Sara
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 3/31/2006
I love the way you find inspiration, Jude; and I thank you for sharing your gifts. Love and peace,

Regis
Reviewed by Suzie Palmer 3/30/2006
“The Theater of the Absurd” ... Great description!
Love your touch on "home cooked meal" ... the 'art of cooking' needs reviving, and your words would help that much required revival!
Great poem ... venturing off to make known the unknown -- Well done!!
Suzie :-D
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik 3/30/2006
You do this so well, Jude... with the brevity of poetry, you still are able to begin in one place and take me to another, making all the inviting stops in between.

I enjoyed the first person telling of this... the visuals, yes, but even more, the climbing inside and sharing the experience. What a lovely thing to return to for me. (smile) katy xox
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson 3/28/2006
You have a rare talent of pulling the reader
into your incredible work...
Hope all is well........
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 3/28/2006
This is good strategy. Bounce a few distorted images with The Lost Ones like standing in front of a fun house mirror and you have written another poem!

Sage
Reviewed by David Young 3/28/2006
Enjoyed the flow of your talent, I enjoyed the image of this:

"That has brought me to this lucid state
Of seeing myself from a far distance "
Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore 3/28/2006
who knows...mystery, magic and the wonder and passion of tommororw, which never comes, but it's all about the anticipation, isn't it...great and visual work!
Reviewed by Dale Clark 3/28/2006
Profound and powerful.
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 3/28/2006
Ah, how powerful and excellent this is Jude, beautifully expressed and so very deep,

Reindeer
Reviewed by Nordette Adams 3/27/2006
No, no, Jude, don't go. Come back! :-) Actually, I'd be one to follow too. Wonderful write, sir. ~~Nordette
Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher 3/27/2006
A very inspiring and thought provoking write, excellent penned.
Birgit and Roger
Reviewed by Sherry Heim 3/27/2006
You might as well let the flow carry you along, you weren't looking to do anything in particular anyway.;) Let the dream continue even if you are awake. Dreams can be like the "Circus Surreal" if we just let them take their own course. Strong images and great flow pull the reader into the very heart of the dream.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 3/27/2006
Right On...

TRASK
Reviewed by L. Figgins 3/27/2006
Some things can't be articulated. Language fails us. Its what's between the lines that we sense and feel--part of the air. Oh I enjoyed this fine write very much, Jude. I feel what's between the lines...

Lin
Reviewed by Debashish Haar 3/27/2006
"Who knows what the breezes will bring in" leaves the poem open for interpretation as the statement...Is it worth pondering or not worth is a question, but when a pondering is powerful and worth and even if there is no one to back it is worth to walk...(as Rabindranath Tagore said)

A thoughtprovoking poem.

D
Reviewed by Peter Paton 3/27/2006
Robert
I tend to agree with Jerry's assertion..
Sometimes we need to do less thinking, and turn on our more intuitive and sensory perceptors, to be able to map a steady and unerring course in life, and to see what is the real values in our existence..
I believe the troupe of artists in the park symbolise this abandonment of thinking and reasoning !
Peter
Reviewed by Susan de Vegter 3/27/2006
Awesome parade of character in verse.
Susan
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 3/27/2006
Ah, Central Park, an enigma within a puzzle. Spent not a few days lolling on park benches there myself way back when, Jude. The Theater of the Absurd is the only way a person should view this life on earth. I used to feel that way about my existence, buut over the years I have allowed myself far too much time to "think." I have come to the concllusion that thinking is detrimental to mental health. Haha!! Surreal home cooked meal, now THAT is absurd to the nth. Very well done is the cry in the park
Reviewed by Felix Perry 3/27/2006
Sometimes we must follow the sureal in order to be real and be alive in this chaotic universe stretching across the milky way of our mind. Who are these silly rectitists that they dare riducule and laughter to present the arts to the open air, maybe there is a lesson to be learned from them. Keep us posted on this Jude.

Felix
Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers 3/27/2006
Surreal.
Funny how we find ourselves in dreams, more often than not.
I once thought (when I was much younger) that I never had dreams, but now I know I did, I just didn't pay any attention to them.
We've but one life here on earth, we can either join it, or watch it pass us by.
Grand thoughts and poetry Robert.

Lisa
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/27/2006
Another fine offering my friend!!

Been there done that....not in Central Park but right here where I walk my beach alone!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Edwin Larson 3/26/2006
Thank goodness you were "nodding off"....because your "long night", this time of year, sounds like frosty kahunas. :)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 3/26/2006
You never know what you might find :-) and often in the most unexpected ways or places. Have you ever noticed illness can be a blessing of given time commanding silence to the inner being to hear what they are usually to busy to hear?
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/26/2006
Excellent write! I know they are celebrating Beckett's Centenary Festival 2006,in Dublin Ireland. read about it in my enewsmail. I hope you enjoyed the foray into the unknown;-)Sounds entertaining ...

Eileen
Reviewed by Susan Sonnen 3/26/2006
loved this!
Susan
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 3/26/2006
Robert,

Can't let life pass you by--get up and join the parade, who knows what will happen unless you follow! Excellent write--enjoyed.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by totally anonymous 3/26/2006
fantastic write.
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 3/26/2006
Or what can happen while hiding back in those tree's...though in NYC I would be worried about getting mugged...E & R

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