Great write Jude!!

Love Tinka

Serendipity has nearly vanished from the predictable poetry of the mundane. Fortunately those little seashore walks of insecurity have not dulled your wit of it.

Ron

This seems like the stillness that comes with the dawn of a revelation - when, irrespective of the temporal circumstances, the fact that certain things are as they are makes a profound impact on one's own sense and state of being. It's a state of consciousness thing - senses are highly tuned but concentrating on just the one thing that matters - the serendipity that has occurred unsought and left... whatever. In spite of a sense of quiet disturbance, there is much equilibrium and contentment here, I think. Even though the interpretive mind is perhaps dulled, the natural atunement with signs and symbols seems still to be uppermost (seagulls, skunks, trees). Perception is everything. All things happen for a reason. I like this "inside out" write that is full of paradox and which consigns misfortune to nowhere. A poem that explores awareness - which, for me, is what your recurring motif of "remembrance" is all about... 0119hrs and I'm totally rambling... somewhere.... Don't mind Turner: he hasn't a "hip" bone in his body; he's totally square... round in fact.... but cute! :)) Don't tell him I said so... LOL K xx

good one

Powerful insightful write.

These verses draw me in powerfully, Jude. Somehow, I feel that I can totally relate to what you express so effectively. Thank you. Love and peace to you.

Regis

Your verses switch around likewild wind on the prarie; from one direction to the opposite you survey life from all points of view. Tight and fluid, this poem is both captivating and thought provoking.
Take care,
Sherry

Love the smooth rhythm
of this one & the twist

William ......peace

I know something, I think

I think you do, too, Jude - and this is a most intriguing piece.

We'll have a whip round so you can have your hair cut...:)

Love the clever reverse direction this takes..

I like the many imageries in this poem. Like it's ever changing. Enchanting write indeed!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Serendipity here takes a double significance, like a shadow facing its own outline in light. A no-time no-space yet all-space all-time within a figure standing at the center of its own karma, where doom and blessing are the two brushes painting one outline. The absence in presence of the presence in absence, in a poem most definitely to remember.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*

This resonates with the echo of self analysis and where we sometimes have to find ourselves. In the lifes of today it is to easy to lose ones perspective and sense of unigueness that we all must have as individuals on this planet. Well stated my friend Jude.

Felix

I liked the ethereal imagery in this excellent poem. Poem is mystical, though the world you have casted is mutated, and not ideal, pretty much a real world isolatarian mind exploring a consciousness...

D

lol...i like the way you turn misfortune around in this poem by your will. it is as if you are mocking evil until it leaves. happy thanksgiving. ~ sara

awesome details in the observation

maybe possibly I might understand something about this clearly but perhaps not as my opportunity to grasp the sands slipping through my fingers has passed. what do we really "know" when we stand and simply are? the best we can do is hope to remember without losing ourselves in the finding of what was lost. fascinating topic. my kind of philosophical meandering with a purpose that emerges from ambiguity. have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Jude.

Great poem...I like the trees blushing autumn rainbow. Feel better,Happy Thanksgiving Day!

May those skunks stay in the underbrush.
A mighty somebody has posted this, another
master piece.
Happy Thanksgiving Robert.

Wow, This really takes me places and I think alot about. Am I?
This is beautiful ..."Footprints leading everywhere.... Blushing Autumn rainbow,"... Beautiful Jude
Tracey 42xoox(C :)
Happy Thanksgiving!

No helter-skelter applied here. This isn't for vacant eyes. This is purely Gestalt, living in the here and now! The Vanishing Presence of Serendipity is oriented awareness of self in relation to the world. Serendipity, where nature comes to us without us asking. A write like this can only be accomplished when isolated in meditation, apart from humans, written in solitare with only nature present. This is the upper tier of picture language.

Sage