love the postive pole in this

I love this. what a neat thing to dream and live too. sprial staircases where will it lead today? fantastic! (c :)

Here are the extremities that attend the moment of creation, written in a dream symbology to will not lead one astray. Courage is often central in your poems, the tireless spirit of a born explorer. Someone has to venture up there, and grant that vision as a boon for the rest of us.

keep climbing. I wanna know what you find. :)

this is a fantastic write, robert; very well done! bravo!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D

Beautiful write Robert!!

Love Tinka

Jude,

Huge, huge, smile...I absolutely love this!!

Steeped and embued in atmosphere and tension
A majestic and enthralling encounter
Peter

You are very talented...gem of a write!!!!!

"Neither fear nor apprehension will prevent my dream from thawing..." Love that line! Some things follow a state of progression gaining momentum as they go forward until they reach their ultimate conclusion. I think that we obsess too much on what might happen. At any rate, this is a crackerjack write and enjoyable dream, Jude. Peace...

nicely done

That would be a great dream to have! The fact that you are going upward in your dream and feeling at peace is a great sign of the path you are on.

Wonderfully written, Jude ...
"Neither fear nor apprehension
Will prevent my dream from thawing"
You said a mouthful for me ...

Wow! I always enjoy your work. Wow!

But I have reached over without being burned
And will dream again tomorrow

When the horizon reawakens
And the spiral staircase returns once again

Lovely, Robert.

Ahh, so you emerge from Hell frozen over, and by the light of faith you are guided through the maze of flames and into the safety of the unfolding promise of eternal life. By believing that there is something more, even your dreams are led by faith and eminent knowledge. This is a wonderful poem/dream, Robert. It encompasses so many layers that I could spend hours unwrapping each of them and falling into the images that they initiate.
Take care,
Sherry

A spiral poem leading me up in spirit... as always... when I read yours.
How are you Robert?well and happy too,I hope.
Best wishes always for you.
from
your fan far from the ice
(Australia)
Kay.

This is either a beautifully scripted poetic marvel or the results of research into the ozone depletion. (Sorry... I'm in a mood.) What is it about a spiral staircase that climbs into the sky? Your visuals, Jude, always find plenty of space in my head... then I sit for a bit and thank god I have an imagination.

"And will dream again tomorrow" I tend to find the positive... this did very nicely. katy xox

Robert,

The Lights carried you to the other side, to return you home safe and sound. :) What a marvelous dream, what a marvelous poem! Thank you, Poet and friend, this one is delightful and beautifully penned!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)

But, It Spiral Staircase Does End In Dream It Collapses,i.e It Is In Burst Of Light Artic Warmth Reawakens--No Secret Codes!

TRASK

TRASK

I keep dreaming of being shot? or chased up staircases with no saftey banisters, by a hooded faceless monk figure.

Maybe yours is Jacobs stairway to heaven. Sweet dreams..

Another truly fabulous poetic dream, Robert. Dream On!

Ah Jude, Now this was beautiful, absolutely lovely, enjoyed this one so very much,

Reindeer

Ah, but your thawing dream quenches our thirst! :)) Especially if there will be more tomorrow... Another one to exercise the frozen grey cells with its pictoral paradoxes and delightful extremes. Would you believe I actually have lyrics playing at the moment about "trying to climb the stairs inside someone else's head" - yes, you probably would! Puts me in mind a little of what I was grappling with in my "Death By Exposure" poem - intrinsically about allowing ourselves to become vulnerable and therein finding true and naked warmth and love. But this seems perhaps a bit more Indianna Jones: just within tantalising reach of some holy grail that must be gone into the heavens to get - and damn! Don't you just HATE that when the dream dissolves just before THE heartstopping moment...?! I love the poise and delicacy of this write amid the stark contrasts of heat/cold, dark/light. It's like watching fireworks from a great distance. And I like the suggestion that this is a waking dream, or a day-dream that this firey staircase is a part of, bridging heaven and earth. Hope you keep on "reaching over" cos you are bound to "arrive" eventually! Oooo - OK, Mr Plant, I'm off to dig out me fav Led Zep now...."In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees and the voices of those who stand looking... and a new day will dawn for those who stand long and the forests will echo with laughter..." - have forged me own link between (m) and (n) !! Sorry, I always seem to treat your work like a mental trapeze! Hope the Piper turns up soon to lead us to reason, as the man says... LOL Led Balloon Kate xx :))

Another glimpse of the sleeping mind of a true poet. Beautiful work, Jude.

From the mind of an enlightened traveler!
Beautifully written!

Eileen

Man I wish I had your dreams...they sound like acid trips/flashbacks, but I could never remember enough...Ed