Excellent and creative...filled with the sincerity of self, as we continue to strive, to survive and bring to life our dreams, our imaginations...our need to express...
Excellent!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Imagery galore and very well written.

This is beautiful Jude.

And the prospect of drowning
Inside the fluidity of dreams
Becomes so much clearer

Powerful...full of imagery....I just love this.

~hugs~
Karen

I am very moved by this piece. It does have a very powerful impact.

Carmen

Your words always ring home. I liked this:

"Offering a lifeline
To quench all fears

Stretching out
From buoyant hearts
Feeding anticipation

With sincere blood
They offer sustenance

And the life support
To remain afloat"

Powerful and so very inspiring.

Jude,

A very powerful and piercing write...

This piece thrust me back in time, to the last moments of my beloved Papa......though a doctor for 50 years, he choose not to use life support at the end of his own. He had experienced life to its fullest, and he chose to experience death the same.

A very worthy offering.

Love, Rhonda

Excellent Jude. I would love to "see" this poem painted. The spiritual aspects of your writing are in a state of flux, I've noticed of late. I'm really enjoying it. Blessings to you ...

Light and Wisdom ...

Touching write, Jude, though I do not believe in life support
I have signed my DNR a long time ago
thanks for sharing this great offering
love and peace

A deep emotional poem which touches on the here, now ,and ever after. Well done!....M

A compelling peace that echoes in the soul of the reader, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Just when I think you can't get any darker. . .
You turn on the light.
Exceptional write.
DWB

I didn't see the flick that Kate refers to...but your lines had me
reaching for my ADvair!
Sustenance can also be derived in small doses from deeply penned
lines such as these.

SO CLEARLY I can see this! It's the scene from one of my all-time fav films "Hook", with Dustin Hoffman and Robin Williams... it's when Peter Pan falls unconscious into water from a great height (can't remember, walking the plank or something) and a whole host of his mermaid "girlfriends" come alongside and take it in turns to give him mouth-to-mouth resus. And they're all laughing and giggling with such lightness of spirit - so their laughter and "words" are speech bubbles! :)) This seems flip, and probably is, but it just serves to demonstrate, along with all the other takes on this cinematic cameo, how you operate in "living word". It obviously means something in YOUR head (or, if you're anything like me, you sometimes only have a vague idea where your Muse is going with something), but, the minute you commit it to page, the integral "life" within it becomes operative and interactive with all the unique minds that take it up. It seems to have life in itself. Interesting that this element of your gifting should strike me particularly on a poem called Life Support, but there you go. And it also just occurs to me that this concept is actually what you have mentioned somewhere in your Biog, or sentiments to this effect. Fascinating. And, blimey, have just seen that Sage says more or less the same thing! The images are very strong here and tap into a very personal memory that I have of a "vision" of this very thing which I believe to have been a supernatural "word" to me when I was at death's door in 1990. Hence it sets me fizzing.... Like all that hair and all those arms and legs and fishtails waving about like static underwater... Glad you found your life-preserver, Kartero! K xx

well said, poignant read

A sad write my friend, very touching and emotional, beautifully written. As always, enjoyed your work!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Leaves me thinking of my father's last days on life support with no reprieve.

Ron

Touching write Robert!!

Love Tinka

A tender, soul reaching poem, Jude, with your unique touch, it is masterful! We cannot live without sustenance...

Love,
Eileen

We all need those "supportive bubbles" in our lives to "quench our fears, offer a lifeline and sustenance." I love the images you create here "Inside the fluidity of dreams." Excellent insight!
~Butch

All we have to do is reach out for it........

A mystical cord that always returns us safely home. Lady J

...and, clenching with a desperate suck for life the floating treelog
waited for the fears to subside and not drawn.
Jude, always you put a touch of panic in my eyes when I read your poems, a yearning if you wish.
Very well done.
Georg

Poignantly, powerfully penned, Robert, the impending loss of a loved one is deeply felt in this one. Well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Having experienced Karen's recent illness, I know the pain you express. Thank God she is doing much better now.

"Life Support"
The picture painted here is crystal clear.
Believe or not I know a few like that.
Excellent poeming however it is also sad.

Continued blessings Jude,
From the Heart of an Artist...

Our hearts whether sinking or floating in love are our anchors,hope floats for us all...Loved the write,
God Bless,

Michael

You have expressed the pain many of us have gone through with a loved one. Sad and touching.

Ah Jude, a deep and beautiful poem, this touched me deeply, excellently written,

Reindeer

well written-a theme i have a tough time dealing with

Jude,

Sink or swim, no matter which way one looks at it the heart is our lifeline. Blessings Always, Paul.

We all need a life line at some point in our lives, and you have captured the essence of this so eloquently and poignantly.
Ty Jude
:)Kwoz ;)

intrigued by the source of this poem, Jude. as a poem and only a poem, I found it fascinating. you have a gift for taking a POV outside the ordinary and translating experience by inviting the reader into the waters of word and image, of thought and feeling. your poems are the lifeline, btw. Dawn

Poetically speaking or terminology of life's minute-by-minute idiosyncrasies, either way Life Support is a poetic journey of survival. Either poetry survives critique and weathers dissection, packs the house with bleachers of fans, or it drowns in metaphorical abyss where there are bottom feeders in every group. Nature remains of the original wild realm where life support teaches us the true meaning of survival: out on the plains where the animal will become coyote food before long if the baby bison doesn't get up when its mother licks it and prods it, grunting for it to come. She is torn between her maternal urges and her desire to be with the herd. She tosses her head as if to show the baby the way, gives it one last lifeline, darkness falls, the female bison miles from her herd. We'll never know how the story ends, by the morning the baby and her are gone? Coyote food or survival? Poetry or drivel? Hope floats, Jude. Yours is poetry...

Sage