A captivating write Jude. Great images. Wish you would have kept the book. Imagination and thoughts of anothers dreams and asperations, some times come through the pages of time and paper.....M
Thanks for your kind comments on my poem, Jude. I love this one so much, I want to return the compliment. A mystical love of water, the sea, the unconscious, mysterious world of the soul. Thanks for uplifting me. In writing our poems we can indeed be free for a brief moment or two. Loretta.
Jude whenever I have read one of your poems I always find myself on a journey, 'tis impossible not to! I found myself in your shoes in this piece, and yes doing the exact same thing...
"I place the notebook back onto the sand,
Sit down on the jetty
And wait for the tide to return
Realizing this book was still in progress
Being written by unknown hands
Belonging to the collective sea of dreams"
Yes, yes the sea of dreams is vast and a collective. The only way we know, learn and grow being to share the experience(s).
Outstanding piece Jude, BRAVO! So glad to read your works once again!
There is so much poetic substance here Jude; it leaves me rather inadequate in which words to use. I mean this as a compliment of course. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2007
Jude, reverence of another's thoughts. I loved it.
You know, I’ve had this “eccentricity” ever since I can remember – without knowing why, or how, or where such associations come from, I can hardly ever read a poet’s work without sensing it connected, or related, with some other form of art, usually a visual art or music. Sometimes, that association comes within a more generalized scope – and the works of some poets remind me of the Impressionists, or of the Cubists, or of the Surrealists – and sometimes, it “hits” me with more specific traits – and then, someone’s poetic works remind me of some particular painter’s creations, or of some particular musician’s compositions. When the association “comes” with musical attributes, it becomes, sometimes, even more definite – and, here’s a confession: Somehow, your poetry has always reached me with the more inclusive “music” of the sea, and yet, in many cases, with the more exclusive melodies and harmonies of Karl Jenkins’s “Imagined Oceans”. Such is the case of this extraordinary piece of poetic music – combining, through layers of time that ebb and flow, just like tides do, the creative strokes of… three “composers” expanding, nonetheless, into infinity: The ocean itself, you, and… all those (including, again, the very ocean and yourself) who will go on writing (and reciting, and listening to) the never consumed, even in its constant consummation, “collective sea of dreams”.
Love & {{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
this one deeply touches the heart, jude. simply beautiful.
that "collective sea of dreams" can ever beguile; its time i
find my way there for a restorative swim...
peace & blessings,
carolyn
This is excellent Jude, and could very easily be the prelude to a real novel. I can tell that you spend a lot of your time at the ocean walking and exploring. Blessings to you ...
Outstanding magical and mystical stunning
View of the collective sea of dreams!!
Excellent and such beautiful Imagery and flow!
Love and Peace To You Always
Your Friend..Morning Star
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2007
Excellent as always...
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2007
This discovery of yours had me on the edge of my seat. I love the way you brought the tome to life and that the persona had the good sense to place the book back onto the sand in order to allow it to continue the journey. Your insight and poetic ability is absolutely stunning. I really love this poem!
~Butch
mystical and magical, but I am especially drawn to the narrator's choice to place the notebook back down. seems an act of surrender that requires strength and sagacity. we can never know the whole of the collective dream, just its shadowy outline. captivating poem, Jude. soon the tide may turn. Dawn
Not only is this beautifully written but it is suspenseful and spoken to be truthful. I loved the images and the flow and, "Life is a shadow: like an unwritten book...seeking out its master...it lingers to be created!" These words a breathtaking!
You had me from the first word here, Jude. I would love to find a notebook like that -- what wonderful tales, what wonderful mysteries, what magical journeys it must hold! Very nicely done, my friend.
Love,
CJ
Soggy notebook with the words of an unknown, what he or she was really thinking and feeling then...
The Poet, carefully, took a peek and found that it was a work in progress by the hands of the sea...the Poet had just intruded inside the seas boudoir secret.
Thanks for putting it back where it belonged.
Intriguing.
Georg
Again you left me sitting here with mouth agape and heart beating at the simple but complex beauty of this write. The gentleness of the author's treatment of this ocean captured treasure and the mysteries that this poem offer are amazing. A poem within a poem, a soul captured on the pages then lost? deserted? stolen and thrown away? the possibilities are endless. Me, I see some poor soul lost in this world to the point that even there words have lost their meaning...walkint into the waves with notebook in hand. Jude this will be my favorite work of yours forever. Thank you for sharing it.
Fee
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2007
Pure brilliance..Can't add to KB..
Life is a shadow:
Like an unwritten book
Seeking out its master,
It lingers to be created.” <--- other than I thought, this bloke is the new Gibran..
Love the voicing in this one, Jude: mellow and contemplative. Also seeking, as if waking from a mental slumber, aware something new is to be sought and found. I was hooked from the very first line and thrown back to you former write, DESIGNING THOUGHTS, and really feel like this is a prequel to that stunning write. I would commend anyone to read it alongside this one, as, in terms of chronology, this is like the quiet "build" poem, and Designing Thoughts is like the loud oratorio, the crescendo. Prophetic thoughts are like that, aren't they? They circle, and return at the "right time" to make another desired impact on the reader. Perhaps you could dig out the recital of DT, too. It was awesome. Sorry.. got me Eds hat on...
I place the notebook back onto the sand,
Sit down on the jetty
And wait for the tide to return
Realizing this book was still in progress
Being written by unknown hands
Belonging to the collective sea of dreams
... This is the crux... this sense of waiting patiently for the next phase of whatever to reveal or unfurl its sails. This confirms to me that this IS a foreshadowing of the voice in Designing Thoughts. I rest my case.
A most beautiful treasure of words you've found, and share with us: one of your best. Yes. The imagery is so rich, one feels your poem, not just reads it. Thank you for this blessing. BRAVO!
That book being trademarked by the seaweed makes you liable or is it culpable for damages therein...now hurl it back into the outgoing tide, I was just putting the finishing touches on it...e
This is a dreamy poem, Jude, one that carries the reader onto that beach and to their own imaginings of what might be written in that book, as well as into musings of the holder of the pen who placed them there. Reading from it would be like looking into someone's most private spaces; to be a voyer of someone elses thoughts and dreams. All the while we might be wondering if, perhaps the writer of the words may have actually peered into our dreams and left them written there for us to find; leaving for us the lesson, that even in our dreams, we do not exist in solitude. This is one of your very best poems, Jude, quite a complement considering the vast number of amazing offerings you have left here for us. A keeper for anyone who is/or wishes that they were, a weaver of dreams, a poet of the soul.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2007
Beautiful work, Robert.
You must be psychic...I'm working on a Dream Workshop to give soon.
Ancient Greek scientists used the message in a bottle to study the flow of oceans. Early military also used the message in a bottle to relay information to distant troops...but had drawbacks, if the enemy discovered the bottle first, secrets were revealed, why Queen Elizabeth 1 of England appointed an Official Opener of Ocean Bottles. Shipwrecked souls living on deserted islands with little chance of discovery sent their message in a bottle out to sea, detailing their last known location and landmarks, hoping the ocean currents would carry it to an inhabited coastline. Good movie---Kevin Costner's A Message in a Bottle....Good song---Sting and the Police Message in a Bottle....Good poem---Forese's Collective Sea of Dreams...water is the oldest form of transportation...perhaps a whaler lost at sea had the notebook and a waterproof fountain pen in his yellow slicker and quickly wrote to his loved ones, his last will and testament with a passage from the story of Herman Melville's Moby Dick...
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"I place the notebook back onto the sand,
Sit down on the jetty
And wait for the tide to return
Realizing this book was still in progress
Being written by unknown hands
Belonging to the collective sea of dreams"
Yes, yes the sea of dreams is vast and a collective. The only way we know, learn and grow being to share the experience(s).
Outstanding piece Jude, BRAVO! So glad to read your works once again!
~Nikki~
Regis
Ron
Aberjhani
The Collective Sea of Dreams
A day at the beach
Too far a reach it seems. . . .
Time keeps moving on.
DWB
Love&Blessings,Rhonda
Love & {{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
that "collective sea of dreams" can ever beguile; its time i
find my way there for a restorative swim...
peace & blessings,
carolyn
This is excellent Jude, and could very easily be the prelude to a real novel. I can tell that you spend a lot of your time at the ocean walking and exploring. Blessings to you ...
Light and Wisdom ...
Like an unwritten book
Seeking out its master,
It lingers to be created.”
These words are powerful. There is an underling mystery behind this write that I find fascinating and inspirational.
~hugs~
Karen
View of the collective sea of dreams!!
Excellent and such beautiful Imagery and flow!
Love and Peace To You Always
Your Friend..Morning Star
~Butch
"Belonging to the collective sea of dreams"
"Realizing this book was still in progress
Being written by unknown hands
Belonging to the collective sea of dreams"
The last stanza is magnificent and could be any of our dreams.
Carole~
Reindeer
Yip it was waiting for you to be found!!
Love Tinka
one of my favorites. The Discovery, the Idyillic conclusion...excellent!
Love,
CJ
Perfect, who are we to impede the flow. A timeless piece my friend.
The Poet, carefully, took a peek and found that it was a work in progress by the hands of the sea...the Poet had just intruded inside the seas boudoir secret.
Thanks for putting it back where it belonged.
Intriguing.
Georg
Fee
Life is a shadow:
Like an unwritten book
Seeking out its master,
It lingers to be created.” <--- other than I thought, this bloke is the new Gibran..
I place the notebook back onto the sand,
Sit down on the jetty
And wait for the tide to return
Realizing this book was still in progress
Being written by unknown hands
Belonging to the collective sea of dreams
... This is the crux... this sense of waiting patiently for the next phase of whatever to reveal or unfurl its sails. This confirms to me that this IS a foreshadowing of the voice in Designing Thoughts. I rest my case.
Timely write, Amigo! :)) K xx
Be safe,
Karen
you have, Jude!
Eileen
truly an enjoyable piece
Thanks for sharing
peace
William
A most beautiful treasure of words you've found, and share with us: one of your best. Yes. The imagery is so rich, one feels your poem, not just reads it. Thank you for this blessing. BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
really nice.....
enjoyed.....Art Sun...
Take care,
Sherry
You must be psychic...I'm working on a Dream Workshop to give soon.
Elizabeth
Sage
Susan
I love the whole taste, feel and smell of this one. I was on the seashore of discovery with you. Wonderful poem.
Thanks,
~D.