very beautiful expressions here such as "soil of your words" and "leaning out to the center of the lake" you can be proud of this one. thanks

I love this very dear tribute to a loved one...splendid poetry!

Beautiful write, it's amazing how many memories we have stored up of loved ones until they are gone.

The fog bank unfolds from its timeless sleep of oblivion. Casting glimpses of the unfathomable of time and space, from the vailed surface of the deep. This one reminds me of the picture I have on my wall of a mysterious fog bank that appeared on a beach in Machrahanish Scotland.

What a wonderful memorial to a special person.

The only sign earth will know of you
Is buried in the soil of your words
Along the icy edge of the lake you once loved


This is powerful. You penned a wonderful picture here with such awesome imagery.

~hugs~
Karen

a wonderful poem to ponder Robert and I'm pondering and wondering,
i feel that fog is gathering on us all each and every day. It gets closer and closer, then when the head is stuck right in the middle of it, we have to figure quick so we can get a breath of fresh air. maybe the fog wasn't so bad, who knows until it comes

The words of the poet are immortal, and make the poet so. Outstanding imagery and sentiment.
~Butch

Enjoyed, found myself wanting to read more, but alas it was over all too soon. Slendid job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is romantic with sad undertones. I so enjoy your work, Robert. This poem haunts me and makes me introspective.
Love,
CJ

*sigh* this read so gentle and lovely

Yeah, gifts indeed which then go on to bless others as that inspiration rises in the thoughts and is metamorphosed and blended into the soul of another author, painter, musician... artist. And that mystical sense of "place" has just clicked with me, having been to Dylan's Laugharne last week, then reading what Penelope Shuttle said about finding the spirit of her poet husband in Andalusia - a place they had never visited before. All part of the mystery and the magic of the nine tenths of the iceberg that goes to make up the ways in which we unwittingly interact person to person. And the special bonding that can exist within and outside of spatial time frames. The hushed tone and diction conjure the same awe, reverence and wonder as did your recital of Growing Gem. I hope you are keeping that dictaphone of yours busy...!! :)) K xx

The gentle beauty of this poem warms the heart and uplifts the spirit!Splendid work, Jude!

Most people die this time of year, but published poets live again when curled up by the warm fire, their readers live again their thoughts.

Well said, poet.

Ron

A mesmerizing write Jude!!

love Tinka

I was absolutely enchanted! Beautiful in its simplicity, a nice easy flow to it and oh, but how it carries the senses away.....

Yes as long as our words live, we are remembered. Outstanding as always Jude.

Your words are hypnotic and carry with them that feeling of floating that comes with meditation or from tapping into the energies of those who have left here, but still come to visit and spend time with us. Your images are beautiful and strong and your words keep her alive in the etherial mass that hovers just beyond our aura. This is a wonderful Jude "classic". A keeper for sure.
Take care,
Sherry

Your words brigh forth great love and respect. This poem is almost mesmerizing.

Carmen

The spirit leaves a sheen and when we desire the reflection...we still see it on the lake. These poems of yours feed my own passions.
Susan

this is incredibly beautiful. I keep reading it over and over.

Great visual effects and a lovely tribute to a depart poet. Victor

So beautifully done outstanding imagery dear friend!

hauntingly beautiful and strangely uplifting, Jude. love the idea of something of ourselves living on, as a gift. Dawn

Poet, it is as if this poem is an offering to the gifts that were given, the world through anothers eyes. Love transcends both time and space, and it sounds as if the sharing is continued.
debra

WOW!!!! What else can I say? It really moved me because of my own life experiences. your words have painted a beautiful picture of this departed love one, It is a very beautiful and deep piece of art.
Love And Peace ..Morning Star

This is a great meditation on a departed soul.

Brett

Your words bring her back to life! I can almost see her face...and yet, you never say whether it's a she, but I see...
"Grave Gifts" can be seen for anyone who has lost...man or women, boy or girl...I see my mom!
Thank you for this~ I Keep! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Beautiful words you have written thanks
Hugs Angela

It seems those we miss always live on in our hearts and souls - and poems.

the first two lines really had me-"the only sign earth will know of you is buried in the soil of your words" so true for so many-beautifully done

Much hope expressed in this loving write for one who is no longer with you but is there in your thoughts and will be when your days are over.

A haunting write, Jude. Those who move on are always with us.

Peace. Joyce

Ooh, enjoyed this one excellent write my friend. I believe that we will be remembered for our actions while we were living.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Robert,

This type of beauty stays with us always. We only have to reach out and feel it.

Always thinking outside the square, or rather out of the grave.
Makes one lament that one day we will be with those who've gone before.
Sobering poem..

Excelllent said and done Jude....

Jude your word magic always plays like stars on a midnight black sky...stunning. This one is no exception to the rule.

Fee

Thank you for offering gifts of your love to us.
You do the rare thing so well ~~ uncovering the veil of this world's separation, renewing hope of 'yet another beautiful place'.
'When moments of glitter feel upon your head' ... precious. Thank you for sharing your loving pain Jude.
Heartfully, Suzie

Respectfully - deep
Mortality revealing
Freely giving
. . .yet another. . .
excellent poem
DWB