For those who write, it is our fate, Jude. With quill in hand I will take my last breath and on the wings of an angel I will bleed my words upon that final piece of parchment and leave them to wither on this earth. Like seeds left to rest beneath a winter's snow, a prayer of promise is left behind in the hope that, in our absence, our words might bring a ray of light to a darkened soul. This is an EXCELLENT!!!!! ode to self.
The Jude Mission Statement and modus vivendi; a perfect poetic picture of your insatiable appetite and quest for the source of life and the desire to experience it to the full. Far from seeing this as a state of flux or hopelessness, I can only see a soul that is yearning for the Big Picture, hungry to be able to get the mind round all that is yet to be discovered to the uttermost reaches of the heavens and within the deepest recesses of planet earth. And not only to see, experience and understand, but to articulate and translate your findings for others to be able to share - as well as to make your own tribute at its altar. You are the King of Kuplets, rhyming or no, and whatever you have upon your lips it is always full with the desire to impart it in such a way as to bring others into that blessed communion. In that way you are both teacher and prophet. I love the "stick and carrot" notion in "move to the duplicity Of looking for what cannot be found"... ah, but the energy of life is in the search and not the attainment. I love the proposition that this ode sets up, that all paths lead back to the source, where dying is to be born into the life of all things, past, present and future: becoming completely that which you constantly write about/to - and with which you are already in perpetual dialogue. Life, I think, is not at a crossroads here, or "lost", but wandering in the free abundance and abandon of the present continuum... and I need some breakfast! :)) TY LOL Kate xx
If you leap it will only take you to your next leap for living poems are like old soldiers they never die they just fade away into the next realm...vintage Jude poetry
This is mighty good stuff... from a master, of course. I enjoyed it DEEPLY! No individual who can conjure up such a living picture of man at his best, intellectually, and naturally, could possibly contemplate not being able to keep on enjoying this world.
Good show! - Bill
And dream of the end
Where life longs for me to leap
And take out my pen and notebook
Rekindled by the urge to roam
And realize I’ll probably die
Writing an ode to a living poem"
Not at all. You are brilliant to the masses, Jude, way above suicidal word death, therefore you will soar with the hawks. How do I know this? You have brought with you a feather quill pen from the ancients which will assist you in flight and the Big Chief tablet for the vision quest. Let the word journey begin the Ode to a Living Poem. Your masses await.
somehow, this is very beautiful and inspiring to me, rather than a downer. I've been wondering for a long time how you manage to write such poetry from the Bronx. do you get to the countryside a lot or do you just close your eyes and bam you're transported to a better place? whatever, Jude, you are a living poem and I believe you have many odes to go before it's time to take a leap into what waits ahead. Dawn
I could see you there, walking along an "uncut" path. That's how you live your life, cutting paths ahead of others. Someone might try to imitate your path, but they never will. I do want you to be around for a very long time, but yes, you probably will die while writing because you are so prolific. Wonderful poem, Jude.
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Take care,
Sherry
Felix
Sometimes we need that quiet walk with nature
in order to rekindle the poetic flame inside.
Love & Light,
Joseph
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Best leaps are when positive opportunities arise. Gotta leap at everyone of them.
Mind boggling poetry Master poet!!
Love Tinka
peace,
carolyn
blessin's
cynth'ya
Where life longs for me to leap' ?
:-) shoma
TRASK
Good show! - Bill
So very deep
And dream of the end
Where life longs for me to leap
And take out my pen and notebook
Rekindled by the urge to roam
And realize I’ll probably die
Writing an ode to a living poem"
Not at all. You are brilliant to the masses, Jude, way above suicidal word death, therefore you will soar with the hawks. How do I know this? You have brought with you a feather quill pen from the ancients which will assist you in flight and the Big Chief tablet for the vision quest. Let the word journey begin the Ode to a Living Poem. Your masses await.
Sage