The closer I approach
The mysterious nature of your dreams
You become more cryptic
Even unrecognizable
By the very nature of your implicitness
To articulate what you actually feel
And I am left wandering though the delicate balance
Of living simultaneously in heaven and hell
Like drowning just a few inches
From the surface of the sea
Waves pushing me further under
Then currents thrusting me back up
For quick pulse of air
And it seems that I am missing
Yet have found this self-ordained purgatory
Of static motion
Agreeing to be subject to
The depths of scared wishes
And flames of your fiery embrace
Only to float upon the waves
Of your most sincere indifference and cordial concern
So here I roam this secret desert of hidden desire
And heated refreshment
Simply happy
Just to see the mirage of an oasis ahead
Even within the mirage you have a view that takes us into the mystical thought of your words...you grasp more than the simple reality and combine us with your escape into depths only a true poet can express...
You have captured perfectly the sensation -- much like drowning -- that threatens to smother us when we try to build and sustain a relationship with an individual who for whatever reason withholds important thoughts and feelings. Perhaps is passive
aggressive? It is maddening! Great work, my friend!! 'Pea' <3
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 27, 2007
LOL. I agree with Kate...BTW have you seen her new bio pic...OMG OMG OMG
Drowning in the desert. How well you capture my awe of flying six hours over the right-hand third of Africa on Wednesday. For the first three hours, parched brown earth as far as the eye could see, bisected only by the shrivelled veins of two or three river basins. For the next three hours, only sand, sand, sand. We were flying at a speed of nearly 600 miles per hour at a height of about 40,000 feet. The outside air temperature was minus 61 degrees. All I could think was that this small sliver of metal was preserving my life from both extremes… Like the emotional knife-edge you appear to be walking here.
And what a poem of dualisms, inverse thinking and the tension of the relationship of opposites in all respects; all this traffic and non-traffic between an avid communicator and an internaliser. That knife-edge is never more keen than when two symbiotic characters are SO keen to keep the airwaves of understanding clear that the least “falling over the edge” in the emotional tension between them skews the balance of holding things square. Again, your power with words is totally jaw-dropping: not only to produce such an effortless and easily-accessed flow of images and feelings, but also to work through multi-layered applications and opposites in terms of interpretation as well. PLUS you get all the science right! Mirages ARE caused by the image of the REALITY of the oasis being warped (in the eye of the beholder!!) by the varying refractions of differing layers of hot and cold air – especially producing the effect of the sky appearing as water, as you cleverly interweave here. And even that befuddling word “indifference” could mean entirely the opposite, when thought of in the context of “the doctrine of indifference, that of absolute identity where things in thought and existence are one and the same thing”. So, possibly not “indifference” at all but “difference”, i.e. exactly the same! :)) Ho, ho: your favoured poetic ground of parallel realities again; absolute mirror-images that are identical yet opposite. Gobsmacking, Jude. Well, at least it keeps you happy, that’s the main thing! And it would appear that you are producing your very best work, too, which, for a “living poem”, has got to be good!
Anyways, have a cool week while I’m away again. Hope it’s Maria Muldaur you’ve got riding pillion on that dromedary made for two! :)) Love, Kate xx
You've painted the "Mirage" with a voice...somehow, I can hear, quite loud and clear and I too...am left happy,"...simply happy"
Masterful, Jude!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Funny how you capture the very essence of what we feel in others but fail to see in ourselves...you are unique in expressing the inner workings of the psyche,still, I can hardly imagine anyone being indifferent to you;-)Splendid work as always!
A very wise man once told me "Never judge another by your own capabilities or your life will be riddled with disappointments." I was young at that time and was taken aback by his words, but I have never forgotten them and I have, for the most part, learned to live by them. So it is with the subject in your poem, who lacks the ability to see behind the veiled curtain of the here and now and who is unable to release her fears long enough to allow her heart to welcome the love of another. Living in such a relationship is unfulfilling at best, even though the sweetness of brief moments can cause us to overlook the reality of the situation. Very introspective pen, Jude, I enjoyed it very much.
Take care,
Sherry
Seek and you should find even if is a Mirage
You at least have an oasis ahead
I found this write very beautiful!
Beautiful writing Jude!!
Love Peace and hugsss...Morning Star
Hearing the steps, seeing the cryptic dreams, roam on secret deserts, and, not the least that yearning coming from hidden desires.
Tell her that, and she will never fly away again.
Georg
Captured the reality that we can never really be close to another...sounds cynical but in the end we really do just have ourselves and that is ok...the mirage helps us escape the grimness of truth. HUGS
Sometimes we want what we can only dream of having. We settle for less than what we deserve. We are enamored by something this other person fulfills in us; but; it is only in our mind, a dream, a mirage, of something that is but is not everything we truly desire. I come away with the feeling of not settling for just a mirage, but going for the "real thing"..This is what I have been trying to do for a while now. You know something, sometimes, mirages are wonderful.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Hmmmm, wouldnt mind one of those myself, Ty for the cheer.
:) Ch'erie
Reviewed by Branch Isole (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2007
good juxtapositional description here Jude. A hat off in deference.
Reviewed by William Cryer (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2007
Jude, I often come away from one of your poems with the same feeling I get from absorbing a painting by Salvador Dali. The captivating fluidity of your imagery--that's your main ingredient. And a helluva ingredient it is!
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Joyce B.
Happy Everything
Leaves one pondering existence...
excellent work, Jude...
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
aggressive? It is maddening! Great work, my friend!! 'Pea' <3
And what a poem of dualisms, inverse thinking and the tension of the relationship of opposites in all respects; all this traffic and non-traffic between an avid communicator and an internaliser. That knife-edge is never more keen than when two symbiotic characters are SO keen to keep the airwaves of understanding clear that the least “falling over the edge” in the emotional tension between them skews the balance of holding things square. Again, your power with words is totally jaw-dropping: not only to produce such an effortless and easily-accessed flow of images and feelings, but also to work through multi-layered applications and opposites in terms of interpretation as well. PLUS you get all the science right! Mirages ARE caused by the image of the REALITY of the oasis being warped (in the eye of the beholder!!) by the varying refractions of differing layers of hot and cold air – especially producing the effect of the sky appearing as water, as you cleverly interweave here. And even that befuddling word “indifference” could mean entirely the opposite, when thought of in the context of “the doctrine of indifference, that of absolute identity where things in thought and existence are one and the same thing”. So, possibly not “indifference” at all but “difference”, i.e. exactly the same! :)) Ho, ho: your favoured poetic ground of parallel realities again; absolute mirror-images that are identical yet opposite. Gobsmacking, Jude. Well, at least it keeps you happy, that’s the main thing! And it would appear that you are producing your very best work, too, which, for a “living poem”, has got to be good!
Anyways, have a cool week while I’m away again. Hope it’s Maria Muldaur you’ve got riding pillion on that dromedary made for two! :)) Love, Kate xx
enjoyed the thoughts captured here
love your bio pic too
Love,
Susan
Masterful, Jude!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love,
annie
Love,
ET
Take care,
Sherry
You at least have an oasis ahead
I found this write very beautiful!
Beautiful writing Jude!!
Love Peace and hugsss...Morning Star
Kathy
Fee
Tell her that, and she will never fly away again.
Georg
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Of living simultaneously in heaven and hell
Quite profound, and I'd bet a feeling many often have.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be safe,
Karen
:) Ch'erie