Melting Debris (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 8, 2006

Rub the flint harder between those two sticks we call legs and jump start the kindling! I am in a predicament myself, but it is the heat debris scorching me! I write on meat-wrapping butcher paper simply because it preserves nature-based words, then I freeze the paragraphs in the fall and take them out in the spring to thaw when it is time for her to read them, but for months now, she has not let me keep them frozen. They are scorching me and things are not at all like they appear. We all need to expose our spirits and liberate our thoughts. I just did this over the last few days. I am praying for snow in a reversal to cool off ... a heat avalanche covers me and it is snowing here as I write this!

Sage

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 8, 2006

The camouflage of your condition is quite concealed like the supurb illustration reveals.

Ron

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on March 8, 2006

Funny, I wrote a dismal little relationship poem on the same day you did this one - based on a clash of weather fronts. This has a similar hot/cold quality, the image (IMAGES, NOW?? From the "Never, never" man? :)) looking like lush tropical rain forest (wonder what makes me think of that?!) and the synapses, on the other hand, deep in some permafreeze crevasse. At least you should find space in that snowhole to be able to induce a thaw... out in this tropical sunshine with the rum cheaper than water, the non-stop socialising is the heat which is causing my Muse to stutter, stagger... and grind to a wobbling standstill... Wiggling and struggling into bikinis and wetsuits are the only order of the day here... sorry to rub it in... along with the SPF 25!! :)) Bet you�ve already found your gap in the ozone by now, though... Upward and onward comme toujours. Sante! K xx

Reviewed by Debashish Haar

Reviewed on March 8, 2006

Melting debris is an eternal struggle...the poem is a philosophy!

D

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on March 8, 2006

Awesome piece! Yes I can relate
and hey I like the graphic a lot too.

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

hmmmmmm... sounds familiar. i do relate to this wonderful write, Jude-- sorry to say! ;-)
Peace,
Carolyn

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

"Only the outer ridge of my invisible presence
Recognizes my thoughts wiggling and struggling
To free my muse from becoming hard and impulsive
And from suffocating under the weight of my surroundings"

For me, that was so consuming and real. This is a great poem

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

I can wholly empthasize, sympathize and relate to your sentiments and meanings here, Jude. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love, peace, and strength to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

If the debris is melting, that means that better days are ahead! I think a lot of us have been going through this lately. Has something to do with the way the planets have been aligned recently. Good news is that the planets are now on the move, once again, in a positive direction.

Blessings of Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

Absolutely brilliant Jud...great work my friend!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

brilliant capture Jude, maybe Spring will renew your out of sorts feelings...
love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

When you're out of sorts it's time to sort out why, and you seem to be doing just that with this brilliant poem from your unique perspective. Be well Jude...

eT

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

your second stanza resonates so well. know what that feels like from recent experience of feeling trapped by debris and unable to see - or write - my way out of it. you will break free from it, Jude. a wonderful poem written from the meantime we're all trapped within from time to time. Dawn

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

To free my muse from becoming hard and impulsive
And from suffocating under the weight of my surroundings

We're confident you can overcome, Robert - and we hope you're feeling yourself again very soon.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

Sometimes we just have to chuck the aesthetics out of the window, and go for the good old rock and roll Ace...lols
I do...all the time !!!
Peter

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

I understand fully the melting debris syndrome and do sympathize.

Reviewed by Brian Pellerino

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

Jude,

As a block of ice in the March sun, you thaw most admirably...

Peace,

B

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

We see the light, not so far from our reach, but something holds us back, our feet are stuck in the mire and we find it impossible to elevate, even our spirit, to that destination we wish to inhabit. Some days, we wonder if it is worth all the effort but when we consider where it is that we dwell when our feet are embedded in terra firma, the answer is clear; we must soar to reach our desired destination...but the wings are wet with the dew of veiled belief and it is impossible for us to experience liftoff. Cramped muse or cramped vision? Perhaps they are one and the same. Fantastic write for one who is out of sorts, Jude. This poem proves that from any state of mind, brilliance remains a possibility.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

Jude,

I want your "out of sorts". Dayuum...this is beautifully penned brilliance! I get writer's block, NOTHING like what I just read comes out of my pen. Saving this one--thank you, MOST excellent!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

Ahhh this one is uncanny in it's ability to portray the authours feelings and desires beyound the fabric of his own perspective. His muse is there but there seems to be describing an impediment that keeps writer and muse from breaking the bonds and writing freely.

Felix

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2006

Glad I dropped by tonight. Was extra tired but had a feeling to check out.........I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers of light. The bright side is quietness often brings a storm of words :-)