Jude, You are such a deep, passionate writer! I like the truth in your opening line, "Even the strong become weary." Powerful statement!

the thunder within, the thunder we are all born with perhaps, this is brilliantly conveyed jude, metaphorical magery was outstanding as well, thanks for sharing, mike

You have described my Monday...today...to the nth degree!

Nice work, as always, Jude.

Sometimes, we step outside of ourselves; unable to confront that thunder you speak of. Now I am clenching my teeth.

Carmen

A very powerful write Jude. You have said so much in these lines! Its like the awakening of ones soul after a deep sleep......M

My friend, I believe I have been reading your work now since joining the den...five or six years...and you never fail to strike, sometimes softly touch, chords within a readers mind.
This piece is such. In particular, the first tercet, "Strolling through the fog of lose dreamscapes...." and grappling with emoitions in lingering nightmares that stalk one thoughts...that my friend is one of the most vivid examples of PTSD dreams I have ever ran across. This work of yours in outstanding.

couldn't help but notice my own toothbrush was looking a bit frayed too...lots of depth in this piece

Ahhhh!! That thunder! Rumbling under the early morning covers, usually... A wonderful depiction of that REM state of coming alive; that betwixt and between of half-wake-sleep. Depending on the dream activity, that waking-dream state can permeate, colour and shape the whole of the subsequent day, for good or bad, and the intensity of the thunder reminds us that it IS the unseen and the unknown that penetrates the periphery of our subconscious thought that's affecting us this way, rather than the present actual. And Dreamers always experience the frustration of the thunder, too, when "real" life presses in too close, in contradiction to the dreamscape... Then they can experience Attention Deficiency Disorder as a result of the tediousness of days being too dark for them to operate in. Never mind... here comes the night and the chance to awaken to lightfulness again, blot out the dreary greyness of day... if you see what I mean. The visionaries tend to see all the more when the days are at their darkest, don't you think? Light doesn't show up so well in light. Great metaphysical shadow-play, contrasts and paradoxes in a cosy, homely setting... I'm sleepwalking off to go floss... :)) K xx

Powerful and bold statements poemised to perfection. I liked the the couplet on dreamers--
Even dreamers eventually awaken
To realize they are still sleeping


BRILLIANT!

D

Excellent and profound thoughts
well placed in verese
Peace

william

...also, the strength from within, which are well described between the lines.
Deep, yet, understood.
Georg

Gosh!... this sounds like something a mother of 11 experiences on a daily basis! LOL!
Sometimes I sit back and realize this frayed, frazzled and worn out "toothbrush" that I am...needs replacing!
So, I do what I must and buy a new one...all fresh and clean...and go back and face their waffling tongues all over again!
I like your analogical take here...Jude~
Enjoyed~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Jude,
I'm with Ronald. Why can't I write like this. Amazing work!

Many blessings,
~Linda

I love your poetry, Jude. It is so deep and I can relate to your words. The imagery is always outstanding and I always get a good feeling after ready your poems.

~hugs~
Karen

Has me rumbling... why can't I write like that?

Ron

GReat poem..Hugssssssssss

Wow this is a great explanation of inner storms
of our body and our mind
And how we all experience a burn out!!
I think I'm always burn out lol
Outstanding Write and imagery and flow
Love And Peace to you always
Your friend...Morning Star

"Even the enlighteded experience moments of darkness" Thank heaven, their only moments now, good thoughts here. Lady J

Oh you said it so well....on a pretty low myself!!

Love Tinka

Ah yes, WE enlightened do get weary, but the middle finger stays pumped up on NO DOZE, wide AWAKE caffeinated poetry pill for the "unpleasant aroma of waffling tongues"...time to take another SCREW OFF hit! Morning o.j. liquid sunshine to you dear lead poet...love all that you stand for, Jude...be well...Blessed Be.

Sage

Great explaination of inner storms. With your work there is no disciminating the actual. HB

It is comforting to know that "Even the enlightened experience moments of darkness" too. This one speaks to my heart as well as my head, Jude. -outstanding insight!
~Butch

The title drew me in on a day I was just checking.....no intentions of reading........and the write kept me here as I digested your thoughts and happy I stayed for a moment or two :-) Yes even the brave get tired.........:-(

This reminds me of a song by the Grateful Dead called, The Wheel.
I enjoyed reading it, thank you.

Dear Jude:

Such images and insight here. We all are there at times, some many times - all too often.

"Barely tolerating the thunder within" A line to hope for - toleration not completely overcome.

hugs,
Kathy

Jude: Oh, how true this poem is...all of us experience a burn out more often than we would like to admit! We all must admit though that we learn from burn outs and can turn our minds on something different.

Even the enlightened experience moments of darkness

How true, but the truly enlightened often use these moments of darkness as learning experiences. We could probably all learn a lot from them.

I love a good storm Jude, the lightning sometimes gives us insight into where we are and where we are going. Great poem

Introspection is always good for one, but you tear out the guts and the bone, man! You've penned a creditable visit into the whys and why nots of our living the way we do, and you make us think... for the good, I trust.
This is very good work, my talented friend. - Bill

Wonderful write...the Thunder within...I knew this would be a great write! I can relate to this, as I think most of us can. Afterall, we are all humans and usually there is something that can be triggered and the thunder is released! Even when things are going great, this can suddenly erupt! Well written and expressed beautifully, enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

A great poem, which I can identify with. Even when everything is otherwise peaceful in our lives, our inner meanderings--"the Thunder Within"--rears its ugly head to stir up unrest.

Oh my, you sure got that one right! Though usually bounce back after a short rest to recharge those batteries. Good write.

Be safe,
Karen

I read the title and knew I was in for a treat! This work is very powerful to me-Thank you for it

Being one who deals contiuously with the thunder within
I especially love this poem! Your brilliance lies in how
you nail what's significant, with a masters touch!We are
blessed to have your poetry to go to school on...
Thank you Sir Jude!;-)Eileen

Haunting imagery, Jude, excellently penned; I was reminded of depression. It sneaks up on you like a storm and lingers, like rolling thunder...well done!

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

I really liked this poem. It gives everything a sense of being surreal.

really special this one is. effective use of 'Even' w,x,y, and z!
i enjoyed this one greatly. luck

Yep - they sure do Mr Jude - I like that 'waking the vapour of becoming alive' line - all passions and spectres jumping, 'barely tolerating the thunder within' - a few good things to do when that happens - writing is one of them! - is that how you U.S people spell specter? 'waffling tongues' perfect, your poem is waffle free - Good poem, like the tone in the repeat 'Even the...' thank you for the edit suggestions on mine - chopped a cheeky 'that' already - cheers, Nicky x

I have to put myself in the "dreamer" section of this one, though tonight I have to wonder if I am any of or all of the above...e

I just love your poetry, Jude. I've been reading "The Teaching of Buddha" for the past few days. Your poetry is very Buddha-like. ~ Sara

One has to grasp the thunder, become the thunder and let it fill ones soul. Only then can one live by strength instead of fear. One great pen on the insight of many minds and their downfall.