There is a slice of melancholic reality in this that makes me shudder Robert. We are so inter-twined with others, on so many levels. And so often what didn't work, or where we failed, comes back to haunt us in the most magnificent ways.
I agree with Sir Peter ... impressive and moving write. Quite evocative for me.
Repetitions sound like echoing footsteps falling noiselessly, one foot in front of the other, through each long, dark night of the soul and upon every sunlight sidestreet. Alexandra took the words right out of my mouth, and yes, immediately felt "mother-loss" and the ongoing desire for the elusive synchronicity that is as shapeshifting clutched shadows. Liquid streams of consciousness here. My literalist mind also says that there is a suggestion of complicity and ambivalence in the fact that "she" had time to "wave goodbye", although you say she disappeared instantaneously... that to me suggests feelings of guilt, that the Voice might have prevented her going in some way if s/he had acted, endorsed by the "reticence" of "i begin to say hello" - slowness suggested here. Well, for what it's worth, it's just another layer of interpretation to play with. You know me... dolphin with a ball! Unless, of course, it's your "feminine self" again, from your House of See Through Mirrors! :))
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2006
A bubble bursts and a new one begins.........
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2006
The beginning and ending always meet at the same point in the Circle of Life, hence the hello and goodbye sung in unison.
"Deep Sleep" brings mystical mystery to dreams and wide eyed awakenings to intrigueing imagination! Thanks for sharing this stunning prose. My best, Gloria
Hold on to this dream, Robert. 'Tho sad, the poem generates a tie forever binding; a solace for your need. The last lines are so telling for many of us...beautifully penned!
*One Poet hit the nait on the head
poets tend to interpret what they read
to their own conclusion,
thats whats so beautiful about poetry
even though the writer means something else
To each its own
A brilliant piece Robert
Peace be with you
"Womb Walker" I categorize this Deep Sleep. There is a particular place, a place known where one negotiates the return in spirit of a loved one, the womb-grave of the Neolithic burial mound at Bryn Celli Ddu, Wales where the idea of life being reborn from the dead within the ground is reflected in the vagina-like opening. Deep Sleep is symbolic reliving of the descent and return of divinity transforms itself, thrice blessed are the mortals who have seen these rites, you be amongst them, Jude...
Sage
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2006
You say goodbye as i say hello. The pain here is very tangible, a courageous write, you have a water tight grip on your dreams and subconscience..
The beginning of one...the end of another...and the Alpha & Omega, as the bridge between you.
I am so sorry for the pain you bear..but that fire of unanswered questions, has seared you poetry with indelible genius..she left you with an amazing gift.
May The LORD ease your longing..
Love&Hugs, Rhonda
Been there...seen that....done it..;-)
The pain of love that is not meant to be is excruciating...still life goes on...and love comes around again
Very impressive poetry my friend
Oh Jude this one captures the grief of a thousand nights of mourning, anyone who has loved deeply then lost that love will associater with this write instantly.
Fee
I love your mind-weaves, Robert. You always take your reader on a striking journey filled with images, be it melancholy or contented, it's always a pleasurable experience.
Love,
CJ
A deep study, ever unfinished, of an also seemingly forever elusive synchronicity which, as it is deeply sought, takes likewise elusive contours... and creates, in the mind, shifting silhouettes, shadows, recognizable, at moments, as those of the mother dying and her child being born, and then, suddenly, as those of love about to begin when love is about to end. Remarkable poetry, dear Jude.
Love,
Alexandra*
I am sure that this is not a real or present situation of yours, eeven if perhaps you felt such an emotion sometime. We all do. It is very rare to marry the first girl you go out with (or the first boy). So you portray feelings of parting very detailed. Excellent poem. Victor
I'm not taking this that serious Robert, it's a great poem. Some people always try to relate our work to us personally when most of the time the poets is just creating verse. As poets we do write verse that might be personal related to some of our pain or bliss but it could also be just created verse like an artist painting a scene. Here your brush worked with your paints
"deep sleep" woke me up to an experience quite similar to this I've been grappling with for months in "dreams" (the real life?)... the description of a dream out of grasp yet always playing on the screen of our innermost soul consciousness really nails it. also loved the image of the face looking back in mirror of mind. thanks, Jude. now, gotta go see what deep sleep brings me tonight. catch you later, Dawn
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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Very cool~ indeed!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
illuminious
the way iridescence plays tricks with color
Peace. Joyce
Love, B&R
the contours
of your phantom...
The very image of love slipping through one's hands.
Very nice!
Penny
Wendi
Ron
There is a slice of melancholic reality in this that makes me shudder Robert. We are so inter-twined with others, on so many levels. And so often what didn't work, or where we failed, comes back to haunt us in the most magnificent ways.
I agree with Sir Peter ... impressive and moving write. Quite evocative for me.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Micke
Aberjhani
Enjoyed...Art Sun...
Those hellos and goodbyes...
Elizabeth
poets tend to interpret what they read
to their own conclusion,
thats whats so beautiful about poetry
even though the writer means something else
To each its own
A brilliant piece Robert
Peace be with you
William
Sage
now if we could only control our dreams we would have some comfort
for what we can't control in Life
I felt this to the core
Love Tinka
The beginning of one...the end of another...and the Alpha & Omega, as the bridge between you.
I am so sorry for the pain you bear..but that fire of unanswered questions, has seared you poetry with indelible genius..she left you with an amazing gift.
May The LORD ease your longing..
Love&Hugs, Rhonda
Been there...seen that....done it..;-)
The pain of love that is not meant to be is excruciating...still life goes on...and love comes around again
Very impressive poetry my friend
Peter
Fee
Love,
CJ
Very interesting dream!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
as i begin to say hello
Some dreams truly never end.
Love,
Alexandra*
How are you sleeping?
Or are you?
DWB