As usual, Ace, I truly enjoyed your viewpoints-in-verse on 'moods.'
Though I generally read your works as being so good that I wouldn't
change a thing...in this one...might I bravely suggest that the line:
"Like when you see something in the corner of your eye"...could maybe also be written: "As in something captured for a second, in peripheral vision."
Just a thought from buttinsky Anna.
Reviewed by Jennifer Ragan (Reader)
Reviewed on April 4, 2005
Moody seems to work well for you....whatever mood you are in.
I wish I could be moody. I just get in a funk.
Men, yes males, believe women to be smart simply because
many women, yes females, are indeed smarter than males. ;-)
But does smarter does mean braver?
And so, as you wink and coo to us,
sing and groove with us don't assume you need not
move toward us with straightforward ardor,
for just as males fear rejection, building
walls of self-protection,
so do we run sometimes when licked by flame tips of affection...
you push, we push, fearing harm,
neither disarms long enough to fall,
and so we crawl each back to our beds alone,
"Inside a much too moody crucible,"
desiring further comment but getting none
for only the brave, the resolutely curious, deserve answers.
~~Nordette
writing is bitter sweet...some of the best material probably is untapped...we are controlled by our moods and I know firsthand as I travel along the menopause trail...excellent write, as usual
Yet, the "albatross" sometimes turns into a seagull... in a sort of inverted optical effect: The farther the cloud is, the bigger it seems; then, we pull it closer in our mind's vision, and it may not only get smaller, but actually disappear... because it has taken a new flight with renewed wings.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
One of the curses of our intelligence is that we expect our lover to understand our love for them as we do,yet that is impossible because we are separate, in our own worlds, Our misunderstanding is the price we must pay for our individuality. Excellent...
OK, Hendrix is great but you just can't beat Ryan Adams for a good bit of intelligent wild-boy angst... so now you got me playin "Love Is Hell - Part 1"... do we actually NEED a Part 2, I ask myself?! :)) On the other hand, Eric Bibb is my main man for getting the old ass kicked back into the frame whenever I need it: fab blues guitarist with a voice like midnight velvet and such grace and spirited optimism - and even a healthy joie de vivre for the genre... but back to the midnight oil... Us space cadets - which is wot so many of us writers appear to be - continually inhabit the shadowlands, it seems to me; walking that curious tightrope between moments of lucid clarity and heaven-splitting revelation - and totally confounded ambiguous obscurity. But no mountain tops without the dark valleys beneath, I spose. Damn shame you are declining any further comment, though; I was just about to probe into the question of the poetic trance... perhaps I'll just wait, then, until the sun parts the clouds again: inhabiting a coastal scenery, shouldn't take too long, I guess! My hunch is that you are actually pretty stable and measured and have an abundance of underpinning equanimity that will quickly outshine the dulling glow of that night light; even your "depression" is reasoned! ... Oh, goody... my favourite tune: "World War 24"... and it's Monday... and, yes, it's raining...
Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)
Reviewed on April 3, 2005
There are times when listening to Jimi Hendrix I'll be in a somber mood, even worse at sunset. Wonderfully written, Jude ... Very moving ...
well you've hit on themes common to many of us. particularly fond of your "giant hand cloud" and the second and third couplets (are they called that?)... anyway, when it all comes down, we're left burning the midnight lamp. alone. but there's a lot to be said for sharing the stories of such with one another, and I thank you for this. Dawn
Brilliant, moody, and introspective write. Hendrix was truly alone, and used! But in this world a sensitive brilliance such as his is often abused. Yours is appreciated and cherished here, Jude. I lived in the Seattle area when Hendrix died. They threw a huge free concert to divert people from the funeral. Loved by millions and oh so alone...
I really like this, Robert and I really like "Burning of the Midnight Lamp" also. These lines really grabbed me with their hardened truth:
"Where desire and longing
Are preambles to mischance and speculation"
Why is it that, in love, we seem to be so much more misunderstood than in any other relationship. Perhaps it is the speculation of perfection that seems so strong in the beginning that becomes the largest factor in the eventual undoing. Beneath all our beauty and glitter, we are simply human and sometimes that is a huge disappointment to those who place us upon a pedesteal. Lots to think about in this poem, Robert, thank you. This is simply EXCELLENT poetry.
Take care,
Sherry
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Though I generally read your works as being so good that I wouldn't
change a thing...in this one...might I bravely suggest that the line:
"Like when you see something in the corner of your eye"...could maybe also be written: "As in something captured for a second, in peripheral vision."
Just a thought from buttinsky Anna.
I wish I could be moody. I just get in a funk.
;)Jennifer
many women, yes females, are indeed smarter than males. ;-)
But does smarter does mean braver?
And so, as you wink and coo to us,
sing and groove with us don't assume you need not
move toward us with straightforward ardor,
for just as males fear rejection, building
walls of self-protection,
so do we run sometimes when licked by flame tips of affection...
you push, we push, fearing harm,
neither disarms long enough to fall,
and so we crawl each back to our beds alone,
"Inside a much too moody crucible,"
desiring further comment but getting none
for only the brave, the resolutely curious, deserve answers.
~~Nordette
William .....Peace
Micke
and to further comment...
wow again!
another beauty of a poem from you Robert.
Best wishes always
from
Kay.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Allen
Beautiful, moody write here, as only you can do....
Peace, Carole
Good to see I am not the only moody one around!!
Good work from you yet again Robert!!
Love Tinka
"Where desire and longing
Are preambles to mischance and speculation"
Why is it that, in love, we seem to be so much more misunderstood than in any other relationship. Perhaps it is the speculation of perfection that seems so strong in the beginning that becomes the largest factor in the eventual undoing. Beneath all our beauty and glitter, we are simply human and sometimes that is a huge disappointment to those who place us upon a pedesteal. Lots to think about in this poem, Robert, thank you. This is simply EXCELLENT poetry.
Take care,
Sherry
"So here I sit to face
That same old fire place
Gettin’ ready for the sam old explosion
Goin’ through my mind
And soon enough time will tell
About the circus and the wishingwell
And someone who will buy and sell for me
Someone who will toll my bell
And I continue to burn the midnight lamp
Alone
Darlin’ do you here me callin’ you
So lonely
Lonely!"
beautiful one, Ace
love and peace
Huda