Jude,

This write is like a beautifully carved antique stone; one side is worn and tired, showing all the signs of life lived...the other, smooth and clear, uncut...just waiting for new traits to be etched into it!

A true beauty!
Love Rhonda

Womb Walker Part II...how do you put a price on spiritual antiquities? That wooden floor creaks with history. I would turn such a place into a writing loft where dreams smell of turpentine and kerosene. I would put an oil lamp in the corner and strengthen a shelf for the bric-a-bracs and have the sofa re-upholstered to sit in meditative thought and sip tea from one of the antique china cups for inspiration...clean the windows and scrape the chipping paint from the panes and color them sepia...hang new lace curtains and let the sun absorb your quill in golden rays, script of antiquity Jude...

Sage

Lovely spiritual write, Jude. Thank you for your endurance. ~~Nordette

The best way to appreciate the present is to visit the past. Love the imagery Jude. I could feel what you were experiencing deep in my soul. ~ Sara

You've left pondering on a recent transition of mine. Letting go of the old, though we might like to embrace it. Wonderful piece of writing.

Carmen

Funny... sounds more like a disused parlour or Alpine log cabin to me! :)) Perhaps that's cos in England our attics are normally stuffed with crates and boxes, rather than surplus room furnishings. Like Ron, I think it's more the historical context of thought and matter that makes this kinda "attic-y", a room in the mind rather than a physical place where it is primarily the contents that sparks the trains of thought. I like how this builds, like concentric ripples, from the "inner" to the "outer" or wider, from raindrops in the ceiling to stains on the splintered floor - and ESPECIALLY how it parallels with the progression of embryo, to womb, to foreign land, to world: dreaming and floating common to both "bowl-like" experiences. This seems not a "lost" write, in terms of a sense of displacement, but rather a "found" one, the sense of journeying and purpose strong with a given destination assured and in mind. Warm, comfortable atmosphere... and not a bit cobwebby! The umbilical is also strong in this one and feeds the knowledge and understanding of purpose and continuity. Nice visuals! TY K xx

My view of an attic. Then again, it could be long dead memories trying to return.

Ron

Very shapr imagery here. You take me to a place where everyone has been.

you have the attic down to a T

A beautiful piece--so captivating it makes me feel like I'm there...

"to the light of your abode" how special nice read thanks for sharing

A poet can sit down and write about anything, can't they, Jude!? A beguiling, nostalgic piece, so true to life. Thank you for this glimpse into your mind.

Peace. Joyce

Great poeming for the pondering mind Robert

This is lucidity at it's finest. Rich with clear images and words connected in a way that only you can write. Excellent! I wanted to be in that attic.

"Attic Reflections"
Enjoyed the metaphoric connections and imageries.
Captivated by the stanza
"When I was just an embryo
Floating inside a womb"
thank you for sharing this poem.

Continued enlightenments of love to you,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm

Finding memories in an attic
I truly love antiques and especially
antique sofa and wood floors wow I love it!
What Ink and pen and paper can create with the mind and thoughts
Excellent Imagery and flow great choice of words and flow!!
Outstanding Job!!
Love And Peace To You...Morning Star

Oh the old...I love old things, especially the treasures found in an old attic...the stories once told throught the artifacts~
Great write Jude~ as always...
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

fascinating...it arouses my curiousity...wonderful details..dream on

Sumptuous lines that spread out from seemingly small details into expanding circles of awareness and intention. Flows precisely like what they are: very fine poetry.
Aberjhani

I love old attics too.
Thanks for the memory.

Elizabeth

A most creative and inspiring poem!
Love and Peace, B&R

I love to putter around old attics, one of my favorite places to investigate the items from the era's gone by. Many of my fondest antiques have come from my grandmothers attic, cellar, barns, basement, old buildings, and some from just good old junk stores. I love to look at the old pieces and try to imagine a more simple time...I like to wonder who sat on the chairs, who wiped thier eyes with the dainty hand kerchiefs, who wore the old glasses, well you get the picture. I connected with this write in a special way, you've written about a subject that I am very avid about...great write and happy holidays to you and your family.
Blessings from Kentucky,
Joyce Bowling

You have a very creative mind due to the great observation skills that you have. This is one of your best.

I was transported with this, ...the contemplative mood set a powerful atmosphere...it evoked strong and warm memories for me, ty. Panda :)

Captivating write Jude!!

Love Tinka

Old attics are full of spiders, and bad decking, i fell through mine and down the stair well.

Enjooy the erie feelings this provokes, of a time not that long after the war when we had high hopes of a great war free future...

I find this completely captivating, Jude; I can "feel" the mood created by your verses. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

found this deeply spiritual, Jude. wonderful writing and imagery as always and the longing for home just magnificent. now, see if you can find some stairs and see what else you find. Dawn

Perfection, Jude...

Carole

Very nice Robert!

Wonderful write as always

From the attic where thoughts of yesteryear are spilled like raindrops upon a yearning floor, to the birth of an idea where your love is waiting for you.

Robert:

You always amaze me with the way you write of your dreams. Most mesmerizing given any thoughts and times. You are a true poet indeed!!!!!

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

Old attics are a wonderful place to reflect, and this is a fine poem, Robert.

As always your work is spellbinding Robert, you manage to find the extra ordinary in the ordinary as you did with this poem of an attic an it's analogy on life and love. Wonderful.

Fee

An excellent reflection on days gone by to the present and to a decidedly happier future. Victor

'...To the light of your abode...' touched my heart ... Great ending, to another Beginning!
Suzie :-D

Great write. Wonderful use of time in this.

Brett

The wonderful imagery here allows your readers to be up in that attic with you, Robert -- I love how you write.
Love,
CJ