I look up to the skylight
Watching the moon fade into the clouds
Thinking about what you said
Wondering what you meant
As you wondered what formed ahead
Inside the motion of my moods
You said you loved to watch
As I wrote down the images rising from within me
And how all the world would vanish
As I sighed my frustration
And silently pronounced my joy
And how my smile was so far away
And how my hands would move across the page
As if I was writing in the sand
Knowing the waves would cover my thoughts
Before I had a chance to form them
Joking I was always in such a rush
To say nothing
You watched me like a nurse watching over her patient
Like a mother observing her son
Like a lover penetrated by devotion
And so I wonder if you would really be surprised
I was writing about watching you watching me
Why do I get the impression reading this that so much is said, either in complete silence or with so very few words? This tastes of the true communion of souls of which this very intense eye-to-eye contact speaks. As you know, it amazes me that I seem to have magnetic memory for your stuff, living as I do so much in the here and now, but this seems an inverse companion write to "miss you knowing me" for some strange reason. And, again, I can hear you reciting it so clearly. You excel in these portraits of intimacy, Jude. And your soft tones are the strongest. After all, you have no need to shout... LOL K xx
I find myself amazed at not only your writes but the titles you come up, all being some way to draw in the reader and hold their attention therein...Ed
This is somewhat of a conundrum. It could be about your mother or any number of mysterious ideas. It reminds me of my dream of "me seeing me." Excellent write, Jude.
Captivating verse and imagery; thanks for your words this morning!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2006
-In a rush to say nothing- Tat paradoxically say's rather alot..
Candid and enchanting words. To a lass enticing too.
Hmm (THINKS....What books does this bloke feed his brain on?)
We are all being watched, even when we are not cognizant of it, sometimes a window of perception opens up briefly for us to catch a glimpse of the watcher !
Peter
Most of us are unaware of how we appear to be to others. Sometimes that is a good thing. ;) Wonderful and insightful write. ;) Silver
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2006
I suppose many of us like to think we are the one, and so when it becomes a reality; yes indeed it would be a surprise :-) Fasinating concepts within this write.
I relate to this in a very tangible aura. I am, by nature a voyeur. It is a healthy, sane emotion. I like to watch! Voyeurism is the greatest silencer and meditation in the world. I have watched with intense emotion and it has influenced me as a woman who is in touch with the visible telepathic Dream, while it appears invisible to others. Voyeurism is viewed like this--->A slow thrust resembling jerking off movement of a carp toying with the hook and a swift thrust, that of the flight of birds against the wind. I have actually learned through voyeurism how to correct frigidity by "womb breathing." Which I have borrowed from Kama Sutra and other bedchamber books, precisely anatomized as the jade gate, grain seed, goddess field and the lute strings, Close Union, Unicorn Union, Intimate Attachment and Sunning Fish. Watching You Watching Me is basic instinct shared with the higher primates, most mammals with long life-spans and high intelligence. Anthropologists suggest spiritual ancestors watch us at all times.
Oh so tender and soft this rests on the page. I broke out in a joyful laugh after reading. Beauty from the heart! Lin
Reviewed by Divinity 11 (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2006
HAHA, that's soo awesome...i've been in that moment before! my boyfriend and I are both writers and i've caught him staring at me, and I know he's caught me staring at him..often while both of us are writing
something very tender here, Jude. some of my most deeply felt and difficult to explain thought and feeling has come through such experiences, sometimes even, or especially, when the "watcher" who seems to know everything about me isn't physically near me at all. a beautiful mystery and mysterious beauty it is. Dawn
This is so straight forward and life-true, Jude. I think there is a bit of intrigue, for each of us, in those who quietly watch us and seem to see some of the things that we fail to recognize within our self; perhaps they know us better from without than we do from within. The curiosity of "what they see and what they think" is a mystery that we will probably never know, but it draws us closer to them for we know that they hold many of our secrets silently within their soul. I love the simplicity and visuals of this offering; it brings a bit of your vulnerability into the open for the reader to relate to and removes the icy mystique that often clouds the relationship between the poet and the poem. This one dazzled me!!!
Take care,
Sherry
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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Ron
This is so warm and intriquing...it works on so many levels,
metaphorically and three dimensionally. Excellent!
Bonnie
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Bobbi
And how the world would vanish"
A fantastic capture of that one moment...
love and peace...Carole
Paul;-)
Love Tinka
Felix
of course she did!!!
pax A
Captivating verse and imagery; thanks for your words this morning!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Candid and enchanting words. To a lass enticing too.
Hmm (THINKS....What books does this bloke feed his brain on?)
Peter
Sage
Take care,
Sherry