The moment you entered the room,
Colors grew brighter
And shades began to bloom
The roaring cacophony of voices
Were hushed into silence
As the activity of chatting hands
Became suspended in time and place
As you walk across the ballroom floor
You floated like a feather on a zephyr
And the contours of your lips
Spoke in hushed tones of sparkling light
Only the heart can hear
As your eyes crossed mine
The world disappeared from view
But as you passed me by
Your vision seemed no longer clear
Lingering in mixed signals
Questioning my relevance
Still I could not get over
How your presence apparently danced only for me
Until you looked over his shoulder
And smiled into my direction
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Reviews of "Misconceptions of the Heart"
Reviewed by N RK (Reader)
Reviewed on December 16, 2006
So beautiful. Relatable imagery - loved it completely
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 23, 2006
Romance within its mysteries. Love the atmosphere you built with this one.
Love across the room...that would be a great title. This as all your works pull themselves out a little further just for the reader to see. Great stuff!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2006
The last line betrays her thoughts: But are the always just to reamain thoughts as years pass....
Pure magnetism...
There are no 'mixed signals'; only sly intent. Wonderful write, as always; you never fail to tantalize with the way you effortlessly weave together the passion, the flow and the imagery; smooooth. And this is quite a universally appealing motif as well; most everyone has had this experience and can strongly relate. -- Jeff
You frame the environment of this wonderfully with the rhyming of your first stanza here, Jude: this is a poem about the heart and soul, a word-painting of the inner landscape as seen through the relief and contours of the external situation and circumstance. The heart has no reason and no amount of cognitive thought can dicatate to it what it understands. It receives sensorially and expresses its findings through feeling. I love the title, which gives us the dynamics and compass-bearing. I don't think you are making judgments about perceived actions here... you are, perhaps, rather plotting the course and mapping an instantaneous reaction between two essences whose chemistry interacted and thereby changed on coming into contact with each other. I think you catalogue here the intial heart response, the feelings, that the mind struggles to analyse, interpret and make some kind of sense of in terms of the impact being made. It's the sense of slow-motion about the turn of events here that make me think along these lines. I get the impression that many backward glances between the two are going down unseen here... not just the unengaged gazing over a dance-partner's shoulder when the conversation runs dry. I like your final line, which to me suggests that, having made all the mental calculations in the meantime between that first kinetic eye-contact and the subsequent smile, you might find that you have an unexpected travel partner riding alongside you when you finally decide to hit the road! :)) Reminds me I have a poem brewing about Averted Vision... something to do with not being able to look too directly at bright light, or something that impacts our soul too dramatically, because of the intensity... having to look slightly away, like from the stars in the sky at night sometimes, in order to see them more clearly in peripheral vision. Makes a lot of sense, that, don't it?? Language of the heart, I guess! :)) LOL Kiera Kate xx
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on September 19, 2006
Aaah! The flaws of attraction can be so bitter sweet, those 'tastes' you have captured so distinctly. Superb! Panda :)
and everything is in the smile, for it makes a misconception into a new and beautiful reality that not bound by the simpler understandings of our present time and space. Dawn
Ah..the wiles of a women, knowing even though love at first glance is a possibility, when they conceive it they know the value of playing their strikes slowly and winding in carefully. Love this one Jude, and been there before.
The woman which grew out of the girl you took to the high school prom dance now at your 30 year high school reunion, the man she dances with, the high school football quarterback now her husband, you the high school star poet in her creative writing class, her reminiscing the prom dance when she only danced for you, why she smiled back into your direction knowing Misconceptions of the Heart when she knew she should have chosen parchment over pigskin...
You capture that moment when we encounter someone we know is important to us in some unknown way. That one revealing glance that changes us and makes us want to pursue all of the questions, often is the only time we shall meet in this lifetime. Surely, someone who touched our soul in a single glance must be a comrade who travels with us throughout many lifetimes, but this time, our missions have taken separate pathways and we are granted only that single moment in time. Very nicely executed, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry
A beautiful romantic interlude where the world goes away and only two are present to feel the vibes that connect and fire the synapses into an unforgettable moment...with a trace of hope for a future meeting
The Dance is never disappointing when intrique and mystery greet the heart with a challenge of the dance...you never disappoint me...not even with this dance.
Susan
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Pure magnetism...
Bom Bhole!
Roshan
Ron
You have struck again, with an exacting and magnetic write!
Outstanding, Jude...outstanding.
Love, Rhonda
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
As Mick Jagger used to wax..." Don't Play with Me.....Cuz You're Playing with Fire "...
Peter
The world disappeared from view
That is one powerful woman, Robert.
Fee
Sage
Very well penned....for a moment Cinderella entered the room!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Susan
seduction in the glance :)
Regis
Dosen't that sort of thing just suck?
Keep smiling, fishing is a great pastime :)
Ch'erie
Xxx dove