Resistance expressed, even while on the next wave riding along. A rhythm that pulls along, of give and take and back again.

You are a man of mystery, Jude, thoughtful, deep. Even your style of writing is interesting...unique, perhaps!

Lena

good one

Some incredible analogies here, and imagery surpassing all emotional reason, you are so gifted dear friend...

XXCh'erie

An awesome write Robert
Yet again all your write are quiet
impressive
thanks for sharing

Peace
William

F a s c i n a t i n g, "I agree on nothing/Until every impossibility is relinquished" resonates in a way that is hard to explain -- it is as if you pulled the line out of my subconscious. And I love
...the world/Rams improprieties down my throat," both for the
meaning and for the sounds. Love the way ram and random feed into each other. Ditto improprieties and twilight. Made me think, to
boot! <3 Pea <3

Estrella has totally got it, in't she? The motion thing, I mean. You make the rest of us seem rooted with feet of clay, in the slow motion of the dullness of our thoughts - even though we may aspire to reach for the stars. But your thought processes and evaluation mechanisms thrive on the kinetic energies of possibility. You negate improbability and work the nth degree chink of potential with every image and concept you employ. Every word in your lexicon seems to be a figure that exists in 3-D and in a matrix of algebraic form that, like some Da Vinci Code, can only be understood in the light of the particular application that is being used at that moment in time. Like the language of clouds itself. You are a magnet for outrageous philosophical and metaphysical thought, Senor. And it seems that you hereby confess yourself to be in a permanent state of disagreement with the rest of the thinking world that pursues answers based on the possiblity of reason. This makes me think of the disturbance that is thrown up with the turning of tides, or where the waters meet that run in different directions... the chaos and maelstrom of waters that eddy and flow. Such is the environment that your not inconsiderable mental powers thrive in and, although you are only too aware of all the conflicting "voices" that seek to be heard, you have the capacity to focus-down onto that one still, small voice that deserves to be heeded. It is the one voice that perplexes, because it is not readily perceived or understood with the rational mind, but treading water with it and developing muscle withstanding it, like weight-training, develops the advanced intellectual muscle that you so readily demonstrate. And such, I think, is the source of your Creative Endurance. Can you tell I've just spent the last couple of days in Cambridge?? :)) Huffing and blowing BIG TIME here. On a purely sensual basis, this makes me think of the inexplicably healing powers of swimming with dolphins, for some reason. Perhaps it is because they love to tease and always come up smiling! Which is what, I think, this write is intended to do. Let me know when you discover Friday, Robinson Crusoe. LOL K xx

Your creativity is amazing. You are truly gifted with the poetic passion and your work is always inspiring to me.

HEY JUDE!

'Disappearing into the depths of the sea
Or rising into the space of my dreams..."

I love the way your spirit is always DELVING, or ASCENDING, to places
lesser known.....you always leave your indelible ink on my spirit, too.....AWESOME, Brother!

Love&Prayers, Rhonda

B E A U T I F U L, Jude; you just keep amazing me with your words!

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

I found this one subtle and revealing your spirit
"I agree on nothing
Until every impossibility is relinquished
And the cool stillness of twilight titivates my flesh "
Excellent expressions in this poem Jude!

You are indeed a very interesting person and I am sure this is why the outrageous falls at your feet :-)

I always take the time to gather footprints
Spread about the sands
Of mystifying shores
For they lead me into unknown directions


I just found this profound!

I have that knack too.
Life is like the sea, peaks and troughs, storms and stillness.

This blew me away, Jude...perhaps it's just that kinship with the shore and the perspectives that suddenly come over me when there or the pull of the sun, moon and tide that unravels life's complexities or adds to them. Seems to have a mighty affect on you too...I look forward to more of these shorline mixes of reality and fantasy. This is a definite winner.
Taylor~

Your creativity is boundless, enduring all.

Ron

This poem seems to me to emphasize that we do not belong here; not really. Our "home" is somewhere else. A most engaging write, Jude. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace,

Regis

our true home may be elsewhere, but on these shores we walk, day by day, and are led to unimagined places. the "footprints" line really captured my imagination and inspires me to circle the wagons and focus in on that creative endurance which strengthens us all. Dawn

As poets we often walk the walk between reality and fantasy..
I always identify with the subject, and then place the background details

Peter

Creative Endurance has a precise type of creative energy flowing here and the poetic engineer turns on a switch where raw energy flows through the switchboard. We know exactly where the thinking is done here and we can measure it with precision and this poetic engineer can change directions and turn them on and off in the mind like a conductor running a street car along a track...Creative Endurance is a spectrum of survival...

Sage

Most insightful offering!!

Perfect creation!!

Love Tinka

Yes the creative endurance is a poets deal, right?
Great write!

it is an everflow with creative endurance and touches of reality check

Anyone with a mind as magnificent as yours has a duty to embrace unknown directions and maintain creative endurance...how else could you enlighten us...

The view of the chronically creative is always as the view of the figurehead on the bow of a ship. Feeling first the winds that drive and propel, and also keeping eyes fixed on the ever-evolving horizon.

Those pressing forward, into new territories, will always break the mold of staid complacent thought, and application, and cause those who partake to either balk, or embrace.

The journey could well be the "netherworld" of chance, as the poet has suggested, especially if our journey takes us down into the abode of dead souls, or hell, or the criminal underworld.

Richard Lloyd Cederberg

This is so deeply beautiful and introspective, outstanding Jude,

Reindeer

Your creative endurance is a wonderful example for all.

But it is these unknown directions that singles you out here at AD. You keep mystifying me with the subjects you choose and this one is no exception.

I'm awed. You walk us through iniverse and space both innere and outer as if we were taking a walk in the park on a Sunday afternoon but when we emerge we are filled with an inspiration to strive for more enlightenment. Great work my friend.

Fee

I always loved going to the beach very early im the morning and found private exilluration in leaving the first footprints upon the beaches. It seemed the seagulls even call in a more whispered song when the beach is renewed by the tides.My private moments thinking even has more clarity. Your pen is a beautiful morning at the beach for me.
Susan

At times it seems difficult to know if the realities of life reside within our dreams and imaginings or in the terra firma where our physical being is anchored. Certainly the bitter realities, the ones that our higher selves just never seem to learn to relate to, are rooted upon the earth; those things like war, greed and man's inhumanity to man are some of these that I find to be impossible to wrap my understanding around. To the person who believes and relates to the perceptions of the spirit, it seems strange that we should live in a world filled with such grief and destruction yet the stark physical beauty that this place beholds serves to appeal the higher spirit. What you have written upon this page seems to plunge me deeply into the most diverse of the ying and the yang. The beauty and the beast that mankind truly is, the agony and the ecstasy of the earth. Nice work, Jude and you give me a lot to ponder in these early, budding hours of my day...but for now, I think a cup of coffee is in order to get the gray matter into the spin of a full-tilt.
Take care,
Sherry

A good insightful poem. Robert, well-done!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)