a sadness to those words yet also a stark beauty
bill

This is a deep powerful write, Jude. You wrote it from your inner soul. I love your voice in this one.

~hugs~
Karen

"Epitaph"
Savored every word of this and understand!
Thanks for the high..so nirvanna!

Take care,
Gwendolyn

What a powerful write! Its filled with deep emotion eminating from your inner being.........M

It's a good thing to often be buried so deeply that we can't hear the winds that would distract us from morphing into what we will resurrect to be! Great poetry Jude, as always.

There is no end to your talent dear friend. This write is so full of emotion and light that is not shed in darkness for perspective is everything.

The fate of all.

Ron

Beautifully expressed emotions of sadness and darkness
Jude...don't bury your dreams
I truly agree with...Debby Weinberger
Excellent poetic view of thoughts
Enjoyed this read but left my mind to ponder!
Love And Peace To You Always..Morning Star

the magic may not be in the writers intent but the readers perception
it never ceases to amaze me how the mind sees only what is revelant to its own perspective...reading reviews here at AD some times floors me with the variety of possibility within the reader

You do make one ponder, Jude! (:D Your new photo with the snow as background kind of fits this write, a little cold, a little dark.... Sometimes I, too, wonder if anything we do in our lives makes a difference, or lasts. An excellent write.

Peace. Joyce

Outstanding write,Searching for your soul,Different,

Michael

Wow!
Deep, dark, mysterious. Just like its author.

A bit of a sad write my friend, a powerful write, and a thought provoking one indeed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

A good write though a bit dismal-it does call to mind that when we put ourselves out there we leave artitic license up to the reader to make of it what they need or want or feel at the time-that is the majic of writing-what we may have intended might be taken a very different way but just a valuable to each. well done, sir

Powerful stuff Jude; and fortunately too long for a gravestone.
Certainly makes us think: 'in spite of me' ... despite us all!
Love it!
Love, Suzie :-D
(Andy's is a funny review)

"Did it ever matter, I never asked for anything?
Or tried to make best of an impossible situation?"

... Guess not. If peeps choose to set others on a pedestal, the Monster or Magus they create in their own minds says more about them than about "you". The reality of who and what "you" actually are or are setting out to achieve becomes more part of their hallucinogenic vapours than "your" own.

What has always appalled me are commentaries written about Dead Authors' work where the commentator purports to understand what was going on in the subject's mind or life at the time as a basis for their writing. GIVE ME A BREAK!! Talk about delusional and arrogant.

And, as you say, the light within you is either in a place that doesn't sleep or is potent when it does. Whatever. Guess it just doesn't shine for those who are totally lost within their own navel-fluff or genitals. I'll say that again, shall I??!! :)) No thanks, Kate, we get the drift..

Night, night. Have a good one.... All on your lonesome!

KasketKase Kate xx
(Brit joke... "Basket Case" = Nutcase... Oh never mind...)

Felix said it all for me......this is deep and moody
it has a sad yet free and yearning to be understood
seen and or felt for what is what
enjoyed!!!

A poem at the crossroads of profound introspection.

It almost made me cry you big galoot! Blessings to you Poet! Dead or Alive, you are still one of the best Jude.

Light and Wisdom ...

Wow, absolute wow!

Great pen Jude
Thanks
Dan

Very well written.

Chrissy

Luv your stuff...

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, even though you're dead, you still write for us.....

Sorry to hear of your demise, the voice from the grave remains much the same..

You are one of the few people that I like to hear repeats on :-)

Brilliant work Jude, holly

Deep and moody and yes like the others have noted this poem does seem to reflect the individual readers moods and cast them back at them. Their are times in this life that we all feel that we have already passed on and it is only our bodies occupying time that remains, you captured this well.

Fee

How deeply this reflects my mood of late Jude, outstanding poetry,

Reindeer

my favorite are the last 3 lines. they can't be topped. good write

It always blows me away to run across a poem that reflects my very mood at that moment. I love your voice in this one.

A most interesting epitaph, Jude. You do Dark, very well.

"The light in me
Is on the far side of the moon,
Or did I say that?

I reiterate,
I buried myself in this earth

Where my ashes wait
Without me

And for no one"

I agree!!

Love Tinka

Exceptional write! Your metaphors stand out in this work of art.

George

Your epitaph will be a beautiful tribute if:

"From time past until now
I accommodated those who came close to me"

Your poem fits my mood when I ask, "Does any of it matter?" Yet, I know that everything I do matters--not just to myself, but especially to those around me whom I love.

Everything matters, life matters, living matters, what we do for others matters, and the epitaph on our graves of who we are, what we were, the good we did, will matter forever in immortalizing the good inside us.

Jude,

Materialistic or Spiritualistic a part of us will always be.

Sad, melancholy . We all bury ashes but we should never bury our dreams. Your emotions are felt to the biine in this write Jude.
Susan

Exceptional work, Jude -- as I read this, your ashes are a metaphor for your poetry, and that's simply brilliant. Well done.
Love,
CJ

the light in you is shining clear, reflected through your "Epitaph." what good we do here is usu. in spit of ourselves, don't you think? you spun me around again with this one again, Jude. I'd love to hear you explain where and why you buried yourself. as for myself, I plan to resurrect the missing light when spring comes back in full force and I shed my seasonal affect or lack of same. take care, Dawn

Out there in scope and richness of the shaman, the many dimensionality of Epitaph invites poetic sensations of a man at peace...the stars only appear when "the artificial lights are turned off." Whatever the entrance gate may be, the paths are soon interwoven...the light in you will always be repetitious...you are a visionary who moves from century to century in lux...on the far side of the moon...

Sage

The ashes of oneself are the shadows of our thoughs.
Georg

"...the light in me is on the far side of the moon..."-- this line resonates so well within the context of "Epitaph."
elusive scribe, jude!
peace,
carolyn

I love that I always have to have second thoughts when I read your brilliant work. I'm also glad that you know you aren't where you buried your ashes;-)...Let's have a brandy and discuss the rest of the poem;-)

It matters because man is not a solitary creature and we should share our time here, with others. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean that it has to be with the same person for the entire trek, but we are here, not only to enlighten others, but for others to enlighten us. In order to give and to make a difference, we must also receive and allow others to make a difference to us. Seek harmonic balance in all things, Jude, or be destined to repeat the task. Excellent poem!
Take care,
Sherry

For some reason it does matter..
the human spirit never dies.....

You know Jude, I think you have just "spoken" the way I feel. Thank you. Love and peace to you with respect,

Regis