Your never fail to titillate the senses with your beautifully crafted poetry, so much depth within and around your writing. Thank you for another stunning and very "palatable" offering.
I think of all your work, I enjoy you most in this vein. Not to take away from anything else, you just capture intimacy very, very well. Right here:
"Through the window
She watches the city dance
Across shadows of dusk and neon"
Perfect!
What lovely imagery you create in this exquisite poem Jude, absolutely beautiful and outstanding,
Reindeer
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2006
If tomorrow finds her "lying across the table like a palette", he will surely splash all her colours upon the canvas like the "fruits of their desires".
Now I am starving for fruit and thinking about getting my paints out. This seems a little different from your usual writing. I really like the texture, color and mystery. Well done, Jude.
such awesome use of color and taste and sight here, Jude. fabulously sensuous and yet nothing surface about this, 'xcept the waiting table of course. exquisite in so many ways, Dawn
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2006
The table is a fun place to be ;-)
Love the atmosphere you have created with a very unique style of writing, using words that don't normally get used in this form. Love it as it shows you enjoy a challenge :-)
This is the Jude Ace writing that I really enjoy :-)
Vivid and stark images add fire to your words here Jude and allow the reader to drink in the scene you create as well as use imagination to create tomorrows scenes. Well done.
Felix
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2006
And around a mahogany bed
Heated impulses restlessly slumber …
I was floored by these lines..seems familiar for some reason..mmmmm
saved this..wow!
Like the opening scene description of a screenplay. We're to fill in the lines between the lines and color them with our own imaginings. What is it like, I wonder, for a man to enter into her drama and be left wanting, being of substance--not a fantasy of vague remembering
of another lifetime. She closes her eyes and he becomes the love of her vision and then a ghost in the shadow of that fruited bowl. Brilliant, Jude...Lin
I've got the butter! Fabio, I cannot believe it's not butter! He's too young and chiseled to remember tablets were put in the butter to color it yellow! My God, I've been on meltdown for days now, lead poet...let's put you on the Romance novel cover, 'Palette of Desires.' Here's a banana to fit the curve! Go get your hair done, angel man! Photo shoot at midnight on the butcher-block kitchen table! Bees buzzin' the honey!
... Reminds me I haven't thought to do an Artist and Model write for a while... and Peter's comment about the postman brings to mind that this is again like the window-cleaner, sneaking a peak at the ballet queen in Delicate Movements??!! :)) You are masterful at creating ambience and atmosphere, and your tone with these writes is delightfully gauzy, light and breezy - very dreamlike and suggestive. I like the counter-tensions between the coloured and the monochrome; the tangible and the projected; the fict and the fact. A striking contrast of scenes, too, with the glass and chrome juxtaposed against the traditional lushness of wood and stone. Robin OH said on my Moving House poem last week, that houses are a Sunday afternoon preoccupation with the English... guess that must be true, then?! Oh... and cuisine too, he said... perhaps that's why I am also in the kitchen tonight, in that case, though far from the fantasised taste of beauty that is painted for us here. Delicate and sensitive as well-placed brushstrokes, Jude. TY Kate xx
A most provocative and deep poem that lured me in and played in gentle hues upon my soul. Masterfully written, well pulled together and exceptional content, this is the best I have read of yours lately; which is high praise considering the rest of your awesome writes.
Take care,
Sherry
The cohesion of colors, concepts, and perspective in PALETTE OF DESIRES suspend themselves in the mind of the reader like a classic oil painting by the sure hand of sure master. A brilliant and absorbing work.
Well, that Peter Paton's struck it now. The Postman Always Rings Twice. ;-) You want strawberries with that? Sweet dreams, Shaman Streudel. Oooh! I'm off for a shower. ~~Nordette
You have penned a beauty that flows as smooth as a feather on a spring breeze. This is a winner and one of your best in my opinion.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2006
Bliss sweet bliss. Apart from the skyscrapers yuck, way too over bearing, but She does sound like a delicious dream Queen, with a unique inner beauty... Sound like the kind of nectar you keep wanting to nectar, and the fruit you just gotta keep eating...
Divine poem.. Funny I know of such a lady too. Ain't we blessed to find them in such a short time we have on Gods green earth...
Super dooper poem/pome...
Reminded me of the film " The Postman Always Rings Twice " with the craggy Jack Nicholson for some reason !
Very alluring and sensuous pen Jude !
Peter
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Your never fail to titillate the senses with your beautifully crafted poetry, so much depth within and around your writing. Thank you for another stunning and very "palatable" offering.
warm hugs
Elga
Carolyn
and outstanding imagery
fuses together this great piece
William
peace
I think of all your work, I enjoy you most in this vein. Not to take away from anything else, you just capture intimacy very, very well. Right here:
"Through the window
She watches the city dance
Across shadows of dusk and neon"
Perfect!
Reindeer
Love & Light,
Joseph
Paul;-)
love and peace...
Carole
Regis
Love the atmosphere you have created with a very unique style of writing, using words that don't normally get used in this form. Love it as it shows you enjoy a challenge :-)
This is the Jude Ace writing that I really enjoy :-)
Felix
Heated impulses restlessly slumber …
I was floored by these lines..seems familiar for some reason..mmmmm
saved this..wow!
Damn you're good!
Vesna:)
Ron
of another lifetime. She closes her eyes and he becomes the love of her vision and then a ghost in the shadow of that fruited bowl. Brilliant, Jude...Lin
Sage
You have done your job as a poet by painting a word picture that seems real to the reader.
Bobbi
Take care,
Sherry
A-wow to Nordette....smile!!
Love Tinka
Divine poem.. Funny I know of such a lady too. Ain't we blessed to find them in such a short time we have on Gods green earth...
Super dooper poem/pome...
Very alluring and sensuous pen Jude !
Peter