I think this might be one of my favorites of yours. This is really, really good. And not just because your thoughts are just like my thoughts.
The enigma, at least from my perspective, is this: How come I have the ability to ask about enigma's? AND, if I can ask, then why?
Jude, knowing who we are, and accepting it as all we are, are two entirely different things.
An otherworldly ocean or an alien sky,
trading light beams with a neat lead poet guy,
sharpening our combined views above on what stars
are the best prospects, and below, the watery graveyards of shipwrecks.
Thanks for letting me put in my piece of the collective puzzle Jude!
As you touch the stars and communicate with the universe you continue to offer us these perfect correspondences for us to ponder. thank you for sharing such wise insight
All the stanzas apart from the first couplet are bursting with the latent energy and frustration of the "spiritual birth into fulfillment" that so many of us are aching for. The stars are the ancient markers, reminders of "The Plan" and the skies our source of encouragement to keep us seeking "The Grand Design". But the rest that you describe is the travesty of the struggle to aspire upwards against the material backdrop of the "dubbing down", the depression of concealment that has the effect of dulling spiritual expectation. I think I might have to take issue with your premise in your opening words... collective nightmare, maybe!! :)) I would think that the "collective dream" is what we aspire to, rather than the quagmire that presents itself in the here and now... though, if life is a product of our hopes and fears, then guess we are collectively in a season of being frightened out of our wits at the moment, so our dreams are likewise affected! Anyways, not much sense outa me after a glass of two of wine after an otherwise alchoholic drought!! But I'm kinda on the same (wonky!) page meself today... must be the language of damaged lungs struggling for breath and fresh scope... A nice Variation, Jude, thank you! :)) LOL Kate xx
The world is not what it seems because we all have our own separate worlds. We don't branch out, visit other countries and change the lives of just a few people. This is an excellent write and one I needed to read this moring.
Indeed the world is not what it seems, we may all choose to view it through rose tinted glasses, or alternatively look within ourselves and in so doing, we are better equipped to find the vast expanse beyond those "collective dreams". Beautiful rhyme and meter and very thought provoking, thank you for another of your wonderful creations Jude.
Excellent rhyme and meter, Jude, Kudos! There is a duality to everything, even ourselves. The world seems to be running amok, like a frightened wild pony, with no one at the reigns. It seems that we even find justification for violating our own moral platform. Yet, we dare to dream of perfecting the world and damn those who take a stand. Most of us look to the next leg of our journey to find perfection and to accomplish all that we have decided are beyond our reach in this lifetime. The world is a crazy place and we must all truly be mad to believe that we can rely on others to make the necessary changes to achieve those things which are our own idealistic goals, yet we see our human self as unable to accomplish them due to lack of belief. Desire without belief equals failure. Beautiful poem. You unravel the enigma, which of course becomes an enigma within itself.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2006
A searching poem this morning and one that I have to commend you for writing. The world seems to be acting out its own hidden personalities through those which populate it. This sums it all up to me: "revealing who we really are / beyond the masks and self-imposed scars." Excellent!
Jude rhyming, now that is a treat;-)! Aside from that, I like the way you unmasked the enigma only to create a new one;-) Love the poem! below my favorite lines:...Eileen
"and the swirling fabric of our daily lives
is inscribed with bold sparks and revitalized"
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
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
L o v e i t !! 'Pea' <3
Regis
The enigma, at least from my perspective, is this: How come I have the ability to ask about enigma's? AND, if I can ask, then why?
Jude, knowing who we are, and accepting it as all we are, are two entirely different things.
~ Sara
Isn't that the enigma? ;) Great write!
Paul;-)
Hugs
Tina
This is a meaningful write, and so well-constructed with rhythm and rhyme. Well-done indeed!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
trading light beams with a neat lead poet guy,
sharpening our combined views above on what stars
are the best prospects, and below, the watery graveyards of shipwrecks.
Thanks for letting me put in my piece of the collective puzzle Jude!
Sage
So much said in that line alone, Jude. What a shaman write here! ~~Nordette
Ron
Felix
Birgit and Roger
Indeed the world is not what it seems, we may all choose to view it through rose tinted glasses, or alternatively look within ourselves and in so doing, we are better equipped to find the vast expanse beyond those "collective dreams". Beautiful rhyme and meter and very thought provoking, thank you for another of your wonderful creations Jude.
Warm hugs and love
Elga
Thank you "meine Heer" :)
Love Tink
Hugs, Trish
Excellent rhyme and meter, you pen a provocative, sad commentary on the world descending into madness and chaos. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
We will never solve the insolveable enigma of life
This Fallen World is hurtling towards Doomsday !
Peter
Take care,
Sherry
love it.........its a keeper..........ty!!!
pax......A
"and the swirling fabric of our daily lives
is inscribed with bold sparks and revitalized"