I would forfeit years from my life
Just to hear your voice,
Just to wander through your thoughts,
To touch the skin of your desires
I inhale the twilight:
That glorious exchange
Of night and morning
Where spirits, yet to be dissolved
Dance among the shadows of sunlight,
Filtering into the dreams
Of shared awakening
Here, I sense the movement
Of our planet, revolving
Through the galactic haze of stars,
Aging among gaseous bodies,
Spinning through the imagination
Of creative impetus
The fragrance of spring
Intermingles with the atmosphere
Of misty celebration
I would surrender the cycle of a lifetime
Just to see you dancing
Through sunbeams again
As usual, judging by the myriad diversity of comments, you capture the essence of your thoughts in a prism that both absorbs light and transmits it in equal measures, touching differing spots on the souls and spirits of many: the sign of good poetry, no??!! :)) Anyways, reckon this shoots straight into my new Number 1 slot in terms of its sheer elegance and quality of expression; for its lucidity and integrity and for it's purposeful movement which inspires both hope and vision. This has the breath of eternal youth about it, whilst at the same time speaking of the grace and beauty of ageing like oak-cask wine. I find myself wanting to speak of it being a "twin-flame" write - though I have to say I know little about such things. It just has that feel and yearning somehow. And... as to it being about someone/thing that has passed, it seems to me very contemporary and forward-looking: I think you need surrender nothing but can perhaps instead live in the hope and anticipation of the ride of a lifetime in line with the festive partying of spirit that you envisage! Why walk when you can dance and why pedal when you can glide??!! :)) Absolutely love this one... Just for a change. K xx
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2006
And this is why she will dance for you :-) Beautiful write.
An awakening of sorts to the reality that someone has quite possibly left your life forever. Like a bolt of lightening that passed through both of you and has left an eternal scar upon your body, it is an experience that you will never be able to forget. Forever attracted to that kindred soul that owns a piece of reality that only the two of you share, your devotion remains timeless. Intense beauty of a write, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2006
Oh...how beautiful...Jude!
It made me want to do a painting in oil of those marvelous
images...and few poems do that to me.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2006
Blimey, what a powerful declaration. So full of hope and positivity, pure magic....
Dancing Through Sunbeams is a witness of death, metaphorical or not, followed by a rebirth. Pursues creation of a new body, a mystical body, on another plane. Metaphysical poem, Jude.
do you write of a spirit dissolved or one crippled by life and resigned to shadow? On second thought, I like it that I don't know, Jude, because then I can read and ponder it, making my own way toward "shadows of sunlight," one foot in front of the other, re-membering the fragrance of spring when once we all danced through sunbeams, undaunted and unafraid. Dawn
Robert
You are prepared for great sacrifices in this romantic maelstrom...
That don't happen very often in the Grand Scheme of things !
Scintillating poetry
Peter
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Aberjhani
Take care,
Sherry
It made me want to do a painting in oil of those marvelous
images...and few poems do that to me.
Sage
Love Tinka
Beautifully imaged, written poem. We're both looking up. :) Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Eileen
Susan
You are prepared for great sacrifices in this romantic maelstrom...
That don't happen very often in the Grand Scheme of things !
Scintillating poetry
Peter
Love, JoAnne