super duper Robert, this holds quite a bit of truth. I go to the outdoor wilderness(walk). I look up at the stars at night and wonder. the sky seems to have no limit. I come back in and explore the sky in my head. then my creativity comes. G
Sounds like a man with a mission... winged Apollo with a message to deliver... we wait with baited breath! Makes me feel fat and lumpy since I'm going to be out of the gym for a while now... I'm jealous!! Svelte write! LOL Green Eyes! :))
Ace, Well Done!!! I get the same freedom of imagination while skiing and riding my motorcycle in the mountains .... and I can always re-visit the memories for instant travel for inspiration.
...Michael
Reviewed by Reginald Birch (Reader)
Reviewed on January 15, 2005
No need for a second wind, the words flow as if they were on the wind.
Enjoyed
Reg.
Wonderful poet which rings very true. It's like my profession in a way. I have to do a wild spontaneous painting before I do an intense portrait. Really good, Jude.
Running can be exhilarating. These verses of yours are just that and more, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader)
Reviewed on January 14, 2005
oh yeah... how else can you function without being able to escape for a while, even if you really can't on the outside? great flashes of imagery here... that we run through to the end...
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on January 14, 2005
Catching your second wind can be be very helpful indeed. You do write these so well.
Sometimes it is essential to take that long distance run, to escape from the mundane and imposing world that surrounds our lives. We fill our soul with fresh air and allow our thoughts to escape into places free of the human trials and tribulations. We run our self into a place where others cannot taint our thoughts and emotions. This is a stellar write, Robert, a marathon run for the soul.
Take care,
Sherry
perfect imagery for a freezing cold day when all "running" has to be done figuratively. this was most excellent. a map for playing inside the head when it's too cold to go outside.
always awed by your ability to filter the images and words, distilling them into amazingly beautiful and flowing phrases that communicate so powerfully messages that become crystallized in the reader's mind. thanks for being here.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Just be careful 'running' this time of year.
You could wind up with Pop-Lungsicles.
Ron
sure as h*** needs it
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
"To embrace images infiltrating the soul"
Peace, Carole
...Michael
Enjoyed
Reg.
Love Tinka
Allen
Fills ones mind with great word pictures of joy
Once again another keeper the ACE..
Take care,
Sherry
running? galloping.
nice grasp of the ideals
thanks,
d.