|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|wonderfully surreal write, jude... metaphysical growing pains can leave impressive "exit wounds" but oh how they sharpen the "vision."
always a pleasure to lock your creative genius in one's crosshairs...
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|From the void of the abiss's brink..
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Sublimation is one form of release that is satisfying and can be shared. We are lucky to have words, lucky to have art. I like the many facets of your metaphor in this poem.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|where lies the exit of all the passion stored within the human soul? - jude, the release can undoubtedly come before, "the final sigh", setting our sights on the proper target is the challenge - passion, love, fear, hatred, doubt and joy all live within the same human circumstance - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Oh, I dunno, Kartero; I think you'd probably feel much more released and comfortable within your own skin if you let all this internalised passion escape before that "final rhythm". It's funny how paroxysms of both pain and passion can look and sound so similar, with the entry points so small (and oft-times unseen) and the escape routes often so messy and visible. Just shows how the power of these things is not easy to control, and attempts to do so can be implosive until explosive. Aiming and shooting at your own shadow may seem as if to miss its mark and even return onto yourself, but the truth is you both bear the same scar. Anyways, love the energy of that barrel blast and all-contented final sigh at the wonder of its consummation. May it come sooner rather than later. I had just been pondering my costume for an Emergency Services fancy dress party when you posted this poem! Ssssschlooooooop-Snap... that's the sound of me getting my surgical gloves on to have a bit of a dig around...! :)) xx|
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
AFTER READING, FINAL WORD IN MY MIND WAS ... 'DEATH' ...
TRIED TO USE THOSE LETTERS TO FIND AN ANAGRAM ...
ONLY THING I CAME UP WITH WAS 'THEDA' ... A FEMALE NAME ...
AS IN, AN EARLY 'SEX' SYMBOL SILENT FILM ACTRESS ... THEDA BARA ...
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|I CAN WELL UNDERSTAND THE 'WOUND' OF THE EXIT...NEVER HAVING AN IDEA OR DREAM REALIZED HAS TO BE PAINFUL WHEN WE FINALLY, AT THE END OF LIFE...MUST LET IT GO. AN AWESOME WORK, JUDE...DONE WELL. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Now I can exhale. I think I finally understood this one. Of all the slings and arrows that the flesh is heir to, it's the last one that blows a hole in our life. Psychologically surreal.
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|I believe I've just been spattered. Patrick|
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Riveting poem, your words ran thru my veins~|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|a soul searching release,
excellently delivered, Jude,
focused, muscular writing
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Relating a passion for the healing
that you are so very good at!!!!
|Reviewed by Pierre Ortega
|Such a profound poem and statement of how life affects the soul.
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|Nice to know that when I can come here I can read poetry like this, straight shooter...enjoyed|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Good solid work that delves into the physche of man's darker thoughts.
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
|Hi Jude, you write with such deep symbolism... so much that I can taste it. :)) Oh the wonder... thank you, Jude!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Honing in on our goal becomes sharper and sharper as we move forward in life. Death becomes nothing more than a transition from one plane to another and the point at which our focus will be freed and become all that we imagined.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Since the bullet missed me the last time, I decided I won't let it get close ever again....e|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|may you know your target idea's freedom|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
First it's really good to read your work once again. Somehow, this poem really sends a ricocheting flood of emotions right through me.
Metaphorically speaking, we are all on this same path. We all ponder these same thoughts, recklessly we waste our lives with all minor details of unimportance. Living in the moment is my mantra, whether that moment is contemplative, compassionate, illogical, quiet or vivacious, it is our life. Exit Wound, illuminates and motivates my synapses!!!
Another good piece of poetry from the Master.
Peace, light, and love,
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|velocity of reality...brass hollow point is in no way a moot point...alchemical firing of the synapses...palming nickel finish packing heat my bronx warrior...
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|Crossfirey, backfirey, misfirely implosive. I can smell the black powder. ~~ DIana|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|This could be read on so many different levels which helps the reader to enjoy it in their own unique way. Thank you for this sharing.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Yes. I completely relate and like this serious monologue of what we all, especially when we begin to age somewhat, think about but hardly ever bring up for discussion. Except poets. Death is a target for poets.
This is a memorable poem, and one I shall keep and revisit.