I really like this poem. " We laugh, reflect, and wonder whats ahead knowing life rekindles after we are dead".... Truer words have not been spoken........M
Your writing continues to feed my search for readable excellent work. You have not disappointed me with this one. Such a peaceful and wonderful combination of thoughts woven as delicately as fine linen. Excellent!
a poem that invites one to take, eat and remember who we are. makes me breathe easier imagining the scene. lighter now from the communion of your words spoken into the community that is AD... Dawn
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2007
Moments like that are priceless. Thanks for the sharing.
Breaking Bread, with those who share an understanding of our dreams, 'cherished moments' of friendship - i'd like to propose a toast to this fine poem, it has such a warmth to it, and you saved the best line for last - cheers to you Jude - Nicky x
How amazingly a propos! Always knew you were/are prophetic...
You so capture the warmth and ambience of a shared mutuality that is of the moment and yet which encapsulates and "acts out" the timeless immortality of such close human bonds - which are both of the flesh and of the spirit. Love the familiarity that is suggested: the intimacy of the exchanged glances; the easy and comfortable laughter that enjoys looking back, relishing the present and anticipates the future which is all shared. And a wonderful communion and co-mingling with the bread and the wine. Rare fellowship indeed.
I like the richness and generosity that is portrayed - the way that the bread swells magnificent and fleshy when dipped in the wine (which is I think what Christ intended in this symbolism). Such a travesty that The Church sees fit to impoverish this gesture by the substitution of frugal, emaciated wafers and a cold silver chalice inviting the merest sip of bitter wine.
There is healing and sanctity implicit in this beneficent write. TY Kate xx
Jude, you're a special writer, you captured this reader immediately with this poem. Breaking bread as a symbol of a real friendship makes this so beautiful. An exceptional write!
Breaking bread is a beautiful symbol of friendship!
That we should enjoyed more often!
Outstanding view of poetic thoughts that deliver an
Excellent message within this write
Enjoyed reading this very much!
Love Peace and Joy to you always...Yolie
Precious is time. I lost a dear friend to an untimely death recently. I revisit the moments we shared daily. This makes him a little immortal for me.
love,
Susan
Bonding and reishing friendship is as old as mankind.
You've given us an up-date which encourages the practice.
Your word weaving allows readres to sit in, but...
Where's my glass?... and pass that good bread !
This is 100% D E L I C I O U S !
Beautiful to read the loving ambience, of this bread and wine repast before I go to bed... Life after all is only as good as this moment you shared,until the next cherished moment occurs...the joy is inherent...
There is no mistaking the power and artistry in the words of Breaking Bread...
This is a Maya masterpiece written in a blood-letting ritual clear as the tortured cries of the captives and censored poets...come closer and see the shadows of Forese's ancient Maya word mural...tonight this den site is named Bonampak, from the Maya words, "painted wall." Patches of concrete were applied long ago where the paint crumbled, some fragments are forever lost...
Jeweled ladies, clashing warriors, scenes of pomp, warfare, and intimacy, breaking bread in celebration as poetic scholars debate the meaning...
Classic Maya civilization A.D. 250 to 900 was a peaceful Eden ruled by astronomer priests - yet Bonampak's graphic depiction of combat, cruelty, vanity, music, and humor exhibits Maya's flaws and grace of humanity - scholars say Maya glyphs merely describe celestial events...
Calm dignity, thorns, flints, stingray splines, and quills pierce tongues and genitalia for a blood-letting ritual in which this lesbian poet sees as a poignant rite of poetic passage...pass the bread, please Jude...
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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You write with eloquence and continue to reach heights many of us would mimic. Keep up the good work and fight the fight.
George
Beautiful breaking of the bread with you!
Love, Suzie :-D
~~ Glad Jerry's okay!!
Ron
Peace,
Dan
Unusual format, the rhyming lines; but beautifully imaged and felt. Yes: one of your bests (as if you do anything else!). Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You so capture the warmth and ambience of a shared mutuality that is of the moment and yet which encapsulates and "acts out" the timeless immortality of such close human bonds - which are both of the flesh and of the spirit. Love the familiarity that is suggested: the intimacy of the exchanged glances; the easy and comfortable laughter that enjoys looking back, relishing the present and anticipates the future which is all shared. And a wonderful communion and co-mingling with the bread and the wine. Rare fellowship indeed.
I like the richness and generosity that is portrayed - the way that the bread swells magnificent and fleshy when dipped in the wine (which is I think what Christ intended in this symbolism). Such a travesty that The Church sees fit to impoverish this gesture by the substitution of frugal, emaciated wafers and a cold silver chalice inviting the merest sip of bitter wine.
There is healing and sanctity implicit in this beneficent write. TY Kate xx
Fee
Regis
Love Tinka
We don't do that enough anymore.
Thoughtful work, Robert.
Elizabeth
That we should enjoyed more often!
Outstanding view of poetic thoughts that deliver an
Excellent message within this write
Enjoyed reading this very much!
Love Peace and Joy to you always...Yolie
And fuels the tempest
In the darkest
'Extremest'
DWB
love,
Susan
Very nice done.
Georg
You've given us an up-date which encourages the practice.
Your word weaving allows readres to sit in, but...
Where's my glass?... and pass that good bread !
This is 100% D E L I C I O U S !
peace,
carolyn
Have a great 4th Robert...
This is a Maya masterpiece written in a blood-letting ritual clear as the tortured cries of the captives and censored poets...come closer and see the shadows of Forese's ancient Maya word mural...tonight this den site is named Bonampak, from the Maya words, "painted wall." Patches of concrete were applied long ago where the paint crumbled, some fragments are forever lost...
Jeweled ladies, clashing warriors, scenes of pomp, warfare, and intimacy, breaking bread in celebration as poetic scholars debate the meaning...
Classic Maya civilization A.D. 250 to 900 was a peaceful Eden ruled by astronomer priests - yet Bonampak's graphic depiction of combat, cruelty, vanity, music, and humor exhibits Maya's flaws and grace of humanity - scholars say Maya glyphs merely describe celestial events...
Calm dignity, thorns, flints, stingray splines, and quills pierce tongues and genitalia for a blood-letting ritual in which this lesbian poet sees as a poignant rite of poetic passage...pass the bread, please Jude...
Sage