Man has to descend into his oneness to fully channel his consciousness to the germinal higher part, then and only then, the libido is free for inner exploration. Some are born with knowledge, some derive it from study, and some acquire it only after a painful realization of ignorance. I am one of those seagulls who value your muse, Jude...honest reviewer that comprehends your line below, nature offers us seasonal remnants in so that we can pick them up and create a non-ending cycle of poetry and artistic works, then pass them on to seekers of Truth and Light...
"Only discarded feathers and falling leaves
Swirl about my feet and brush against my face
I knew you were at the shore perhaps sitting on a piece of driftwood before I finished the first couplet. How can that be? And the perfect place and day and time it was to create poetry out of nature's obvious simplicity.
xo Taylor
What an awakening, like a butterfly unfurling wings and breaking ever-so-softly through the blueprint skin. This is far from an "alone" write, I'd say... rather a delightful solace, being wrapped comfortingly in your own thoughts - the only place you want to be, beachcoming your precious finds and refining them through salt of the oncoming tide. Funny how those objets d'art are life and death in themselvs given the poetic significance they carry for us. Wonderful cacooning here without which it is often hard to face the day... TY K xx
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2006
Great work
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2006
Never trust a sand crab with your secrets, he'll tell Lobby, who'll tell the star fish, who'll tell dolphin who'll tell the whale, and the whale will blubber..
Don't feel alone man, I often find those secret places (or they find me) where I search for ideas.
For my wife and I, it is usually birds in the mountains. Sunday we talked for a while to three hawks that were circling about fifty feet above us. I totally relate to this great write.
Truly, Jude, our poems are merely our thoughts put to paper; granted some put them to paper in form that pleases the eye and mind and touch the heart. I enjoyed your sharing your time alone with us very much. (:D
Absolutely excellent.....If I had to pen my thoughts down today it would be like stealing yours.....been on the same page but not written a single word...and wham you did it.....oh what the heck you did a better job anyways!!
Excellent thoughts about where you got your muse -- I've learned not to care where it comes from, just that it comes. Thank you for sharing yours!
Love,
CJ
so that's how you do it :) enjoyed this poem about the creative process / surrender to the moment and giving your heart to all that is. tomorrow we'll find the sky again, today we were busy looking down on you musing upon your sky without a view. the tides will shift, a new day will come. Dawn
"Sky Without a View"... but it does... I saw your sky! What a wonderful thought that even on a gloomy day, one could find beauty and "...finally this poem came to life!"
Oh! And what were those words you said? ...to the approaching tide? :)
Great write Robert!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
A poetic narrative that gives the reader a glimpse into the
most minute reality of a day. Meanwhile, witnessing the conception
and birth of this powerful penning!
Thank you,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2006
Your poems are always alive. it may be a paradox, but I find them deep in their simplicity. Victor
I really love the times when I sit alone with my thoughts, seemingly unnoticed by all the others that I share the space with; the world spinning around me, makes me feel as big and as small as I truly am. Beneath a huge gray cloud, pregnant with snow, I find the muted light to be soothing and the chilly air to be heavy with opportunity. Beautiful and profound images in this poem, Jude. I love it!!!
Take care,
Sherry
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"Only discarded feathers and falling leaves
Swirl about my feet and brush against my face
Sage
Regis
Ron
visual work,Sylvia
Micke
TRASK
Chrissy
xo Taylor
Don't feel alone man, I often find those secret places (or they find me) where I search for ideas.
For my wife and I, it is usually birds in the mountains. Sunday we talked for a while to three hawks that were circling about fifty feet above us. I totally relate to this great write.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
I cannot imagine a sky without a view but your poem is awesome. Love the part about sharing your thoughts with the sandcrab and the tide.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Absolutely beautiful, no wonder you are one of the Den's favorites. BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You pluck magnificent poems out of your fertile imagination and mind with the greatest of ease..
C'est magnifique
Peter
Peace. Joyce
Love Tinka :)
Love, Rhonda
Love,
CJ
Paul;-)
Oh! And what were those words you said? ...to the approaching tide? :)
Great write Robert!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Susan
Fee
"Sky Without a View"
A poetic narrative that gives the reader a glimpse into the
most minute reality of a day. Meanwhile, witnessing the conception
and birth of this powerful penning!
Thank you,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
great imagery
enjoyed much
Peace be with you
William
CC-ET
Take care,
Sherry