This is breathtaking the stanza are so powerful and make you feel each one to its fullest extent.
I find your voice very enlightening
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on July 4, 2005
the balance of thought is a fine line isn't it? It can feel like a nightmare and yet be full of pleasure at the same time. I am enjoying this line of thought you have been sharing with us, with your dreams and preception.
It's been a while, I have certainly missed your intense and intriguing writes. This one definitely got me thinking how strangely powerful a mind can be... or is.
"The tightrope
Is not tethered on either side
It’s just attached to the air"---> we are one with the universe, where most things are possible, if we only believe. Astral travel/projection both interconnected, relaying messages from the astral body to the physical body, hence the fine line of balancing on the untethered tightrope. The reminder to hold on to make the safe return to the physical body, perhaps in time when finding yourself sleeping on the edge of your bed. The mind of one who seeks the answers. May you find what you seek. Take care, and be good to yourself Jude.
You've taken the familiar "falling-off" dream to new heights, Jude (oops... there's a pun in there, isn't there? smile) My great respect for your work is intact, though...
"décor of warring flesh"
You know something? I felt an instant and very real "ping" on my flesh when I read this interesting juxaposition of words... these are those moments in your poetry, for me, that set you apart.
(You will, of course, excuse the above humorous bent... I think it's in my blood... smile). katy xox
Jude, dreaming is my favorite place to be, I wanna be there a lot! I have dreams like this and more. I can fly in my dreams and I love it. I also visit my relatives that have passed to another plane and it's awesome. You're awesome and I have come to care for you and your work! Bravo!
"Hovering over the décor of warring flesh" <---That is
an intense line and visual! You are able to convey the
ethereal feeling of being the "observer", it's a strong quality
in your work!
An "on the edge" poem, Jude. My dreams seem to be more "down to earth" but dreams are great to experienc. Nicely done and thank you for sharing this creation. Love and peace. Regis
Life Is Tightrope,i.e. Acteress (Can't Remember Name) She Came Up With Each Of Us Has Em(bibilical) Cord Tied To Universe,i.e.None Of Us Can Ever Escape Its Noose (Strangulation) Pull..
stark and dark imagery, Sir Ace. can smell the death and destruction. our world is indeed suspended in limbo/purgatory--and, sadly, that is no dream!
expressive, powerful write.
now dream something nice-- for balance, dear Poet.
The knife-edge of existance, where the counterbalance of life and death, regeneration and decay keep us "fighting fit" physically, mentally and spiritually. Depending on the degree of tension, the edge that you are walking sounds to me like either this tightrope, or, in a more peaceful situation, a hammock where you are gently being rocked... so this bed could either be a grave or a womb, depending on circumstance. As usual, I digress and take tangents, but I like this poem because it sets up an allegory of what it means to be alive: we can only truly be so when we are caught up in the fight, the need to overcome. Listless inertia is death, but perfect equilibrium and stillness must be heavenly peace - gained, in one sense, through holding the tension between the two extremes. And yeah, I know what it feels like to wake up virtually falling off that edge of the bed! Have slept there just tooooo long. :)) PS love the idea of the world in limbo, consumed by its own activity: makes me think of a juggler spinning loadsa plates on tall and bendy sticks! Is that a peculiarly Brit trick?! Kate xx
You seem to be suspended between good and evil. Below you is hell on earth, yet your life is held in the balance on a tightrope that only belief and God could keep suspended against gravity; above you is the sky and the eternity that we have been promised. The physical draw is to the earth, and the spiritual is to the heavens, you are suspended between them both as you struggle to hold yourself above the horror that is the flesh of man. The more steps we achieve on our journey along the stairway to heaven, the more we fear the potential for falling back down into the mire. Excellent introspective write/dream.
Take care,
Sherry
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Hang in there. Love your insight.
Ron
I find your voice very enlightening
It's been a while, I have certainly missed your intense and intriguing writes. This one definitely got me thinking how strangely powerful a mind can be... or is.
"The tightrope
Is not tethered on either side
It’s just attached to the air"---> we are one with the universe, where most things are possible, if we only believe. Astral travel/projection both interconnected, relaying messages from the astral body to the physical body, hence the fine line of balancing on the untethered tightrope. The reminder to hold on to make the safe return to the physical body, perhaps in time when finding yourself sleeping on the edge of your bed. The mind of one who seeks the answers. May you find what you seek. Take care, and be good to yourself Jude.
warm hugs and love
Elga
Seriously riveting drama quilled to perfection.
I only like one kind of dream :)
Ch'erie
"décor of warring flesh"
You know something? I felt an instant and very real "ping" on my flesh when I read this interesting juxaposition of words... these are those moments in your poetry, for me, that set you apart.
(You will, of course, excuse the above humorous bent... I think it's in my blood... smile). katy xox
Janny xoxoxo
"Hovering over the décor of warring flesh" <---That is
an intense line and visual! You are able to convey the
ethereal feeling of being the "observer", it's a strong quality
in your work!
Felix
Excellent!
TRASK
Powerful images bring your words to life--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Love Tinka
Are trying to push me off the rim
Of a somewhat precarious membrane
Just excellent your words
have put images into my mind....
expressive, powerful write.
now dream something nice-- for balance, dear Poet.
Reindeer
Trust your gut instincts !
Peter
Take care,
Sherry
Peace, Carole
state. Your struggle against the evil forces that tries to
sway the truth from your eyes.Your line
"Consumed by its own activity"is a frightening
reality, as we are all in the futile mode of filling
our minds with everything but the truth until finally
we will have devoured our own senses...
Chilling and excellent vision...
etw