Again I find it amazing how I can read your work from top to bottom and skipping lines to create two poems, yet your thought is clear and touches deeply on any level it is read on. I am impressed with your style.

Just a typical day.
Wonderfully expressed.
Becca

"I’ll blend into the scenery
Concealed and wondering where I am"

Wonderful, insightful poem about an experience I call, "becoming one with all." I enjoyed!

I like this write it has brought back memories of what it was once like to sit back and watch the world and try to decipher what the people were all about. Never did figure it out though..
Felix

A insightful take on being homeless, nameless, and, hopefully, concealed from prying eyes.

Ron

You have captured the moment and effectively shared it through your verses, Jude. Thank you for sharing this. Love and peace to you.

Regis

Once in a while, the poet needs to step back and observe. This poem reminds me of something Van Gogh would have painted. The strokes of contemplation are so strong, one can look into it and imagine himself inside the picture.

Carmen :-)

As these lines progressed, I first thought of the old phrase, "a ghost in the machine." That then evolved to: "a benevolent spirit in the world." Something most of us don't acknowledge but which it is always good to know is there nonetheless.

I like doing that sometimes..... like one author says ( I don't remember her name) "become a cabbage" as she was walking through the grocery store and people would recognize her. Your writing only gets better, Robert....
In Spirit,
Bear

somedays blending into the oneness is prefable

strange little world we live in, isn't it, Jude? I encounter an inner desire to lose myself or become lost with some frequency and have wondered about its source. ironically, I have most often found a sense of direction again when allowing myself the luxury of being the unknown, sitting in the fog and feeding squirrels. and what greater task do any of us have than to listen to the wind? still, the loneliness of it all and humanity's warped perceptions come through loud and clear here as well. the wind will lead you where you're meant to be. else we're all gonna come and find you at that bus stop! Dawn

Great writing. Liked the line "And give up on being me
At least in a hidden sort of way" It's sas when sometimes, we do have to give up on being who we are.

These lines rock, Jude:

And smile at a passing stranger
Nodding just enough not to be considered a danger

Is it more than sad that this should even have to cross our minds? That a simple gesture of kindness should be considered as a potential threat is a shame and says a lot about our world. I would no more stop and offer someone a ride in the pouring rain than I would jump off of a high bridge, these days, for fear that I might be reported as a preditor for my gesture of human kindness. Fear paints every aspect of our public lives and we all revel at the peace we find as we enter our home, close and lock the door leaving the world outside. That is when we can finally relax and become ourselves. This is a very aware and insightful piece, Jude, you address the social issues of society in a skilled and clear manner. Very good work!!
Take care,
Sherry

These days, it's just too easy to "blend into the scenery". To walk by the poor and needy without even looking into their eyes, acknowledging their humanity. But you are not one of those people, Ace. Your smile gives you away.

Love & Light,
Joseph

I always say its good to blend into the background Ace
Be like the chameleon...and dissolve into your environent
Peter

And smile at a passing stranger
Nodding just enough not to be considered a danger

Kind of sad how we have to control our expressions of friendship these days, but a very interesting piece, Jude.

Most interesting way of just being within yourself...gathering thoughts!!

Love Tinka

Crossing from grand central to 42nd to go wait for the shuttle bus, is a danger with them yellow cabs aiming their car at you. And you don't just listen to the wind. Blowing around those overbearing skyscrapers it cuts you in half..Never been so cold. But yup easy to blend in to the New York scenery. Only thing I found asking for directions by macy's is hardly anyone is american. We all just get lost together. The easiest way to get lost is ask a tubeway soldier for directions and believe him.. Never fails..
Well yer better come out of hiding sooner or later, cos all the girlies on here will send out a search party till they find yer..
The chameleon in NY..)

Blimey... hope that soap bar don't melt in Sage's pocket or you won't be able to respond with the famous Mae West line... Why is it that crabs are never more appealing than when they are pretending to be stones, so that you feel you want to poke them with a stick, turn them over and investigate their undersides??!! :)) And have you just changed l.8 NOT to be considered a danger, as opposed to being one? I wear my lunacy on my sleeve as I smile just sooooooo much and overstep boundaries wherever I go, so your nod would be as good as a wink to me and I'd be over like a shot to squeeze up on that bench... Anyways, I'm feeling pretty bored, crabby and disorientated meself with this listless disinterest in life and low-key profile; think I'll post a poem about a Saintly Mystic to liven meself up a bit. And, yup, girls just wanna have fun - you might notice if you sit there long enough ;)) Now... where am I?! Oh yeah... as you can tell, I have given up on being me, too! I wonder where I can have got to... not that I can have got lost since I now light up in the dark... Anyways, this is a good, Dock Of The Bay write, Jude, and you could probably sing it with your Otis Reading tones. Beware of squirrels bearing nuts. Oh good, time for another cup of tea... life is just so excitin...

Crab or no crab, boy, you couldn't hide if you tried six ways to Sunday. ;-) A+ for effort though. If you want to get lost, I can help with that. ~~Nordette

Incognito. Cornerville, steetcorner conversation. The last thing a fish would ever notice would be water. You're the man who wrote Moods in Motion. I'd recognize you anywhere. Got a copy on you. Buy it from you. You've showed me plenty. I'll be on my way. I'm going home to carve a pistol out of a soap bar to cap the dirty fumes off. Nice to have made your acquaintance. Say, when is your next book going to be released? I'm smiling at that answer.

Sage

"Fumes of modern motion." Great line. Love it!

Again Robert, you master the visual with your powerful words. Outstanding in all ways.

Allen

It's always enlightening when we can forget ourselves every so often and blend into the landscape. We can learn a lot that way.



Intriguing poem on the topic of losing oneself to find oneself.



Eileen

Watch inhaling those fumes, better to smoke cigarettes or joints, but then again, a buzz is a buzz...ed