This lonely night
Even the moon is hiding
Unnoticed in the wake of clouds and misty rain
Even sights and sounds of life’s mysterious jungle
Are silent and inactive
Not due to a deficiency of incentive
Or disregarding the impulse to track
The incentive of dreams available to the untamed spirit
Or the inability to protect its universal domain
But to the sheer scarcity
Of comrades to share in the pursuit of truth and purpose
Not that they are not scattered among the bush and plains
But so spread out they are forced to hunt alone
Yet their effect is legendary
And their tears will heal
Those rarely ever seen
I feel this poem is about the light warrior, lone crusade to spread lightness and heal the pain of others. I loved this poem, this is what I felt from your words.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Touched me deeply, caught the title as I was about to move on to another den after reviewing your other poem....but this one asked me to visit and so I did. Thanks.
Your poem speaks of the mystery of life. In the darkness of one's spirit dreams give life. Dreams can heal or cause sadness because they are not to be. Sadness and hope are not mutually exclusive.
Then again? Maybe they're crying because they're hungry... in which case, I hope I never find out if they heal! I loved this one, Jude. Can't help thinking about Wm. Blake's "Tiger". --Charlie
Very powerful Write Jude
For some I guess Is easier to hide than stand for
What you believe in!!
Excellent write and very
Powerful !
love Peace and hugssss....Morning Star
strong and vast where yes we can take from it what we want, first thought brings me to human instict to hunt(look) for companionship but not any that like minded secondly i thought of troops and the need to believe the lies to continue the fight (no signs of weakness)
and then that of a tiger on the verge of extintion......you do do what you do well
always a pleasure!!!
Poignant tale of those who shelter themselves from the storm. Guess it becomes much easier to hide your head in the sand rather than stand up for what one believes. Perhaps complacency. Love the message this sends out....
Awimaway... awimaway... awimaway... awimaway..."In the jungle, the mighty jungle"... Funny, I was going to review Ghosts last night with the talk of lions, but couldn't be arsed in the end! I think your very own Gerald Stern would like this one, Jude, dressed in his black and tan. And yes, tiger tears (unlike crocodile ones!) are VERY effective and are the precious dew wrought from The Sounds of Silence which enable life's jungle mysteries to continue to unfold. Never fear, the Eye Of The Tiger is always Burning Brightly. And I, too, seem to have re-found my irrepressible smile! Thank you, Leo! :)) Kate xx
Dear Jude ForÉse, I only know that most human beeings are in a deep slumber and it takes almost a miracle to awaken them, as we love to continue dreaming even if we have to hunt alone. great write Keep going. emile
As I see it ... true friendship and commaraderie is scarce in this modern global village. Finding someone of like mind and vision is always a blessing that should be nurtured and cherished. Nice one Jude!
How poignant Jude! And sad! Man has a penchant for destruction. Woe be anything and everything that gets in his way. Reminds me of a small boy throwing a temper tantrum. Wonderful write!
Love,
annie
Apathy has made our world a dark and terrible jungle...o, for the good ole days, when people cared, when there was the light of compassion...Well done.
Apathy is rampant in our world today and for the most part, truth and the pursuit of purpose are lost. There are a few crusaders in a sea of oblivion, but the water that flows between them dilutes their voices. You make a massive statement with this fine offering, Jude; you bring to the forefront a topic that society keeps trying to push into a dark corner.
Take care,
Sherry
a most reflective work. this is more meaning to this for readers to explore. makes me wish to be back in the those wild untamed lands both within our dreams and within nature itself.
The lines in this create such strong emotional images that the reader can decipher in so many ways. Myself I almost felt a kind of yearning for the writer to meet and share with people who's spirits are like his own...may be off but just what I took from it. Well done Jude.
Fee
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2007
Could be tears of hunger
or a lost cub.
Thanks for your special poetry..
Stay safe
Kipling would smile besides Mowgli hearing about the tears of Shere Khan.
But, in other way, the allegory or metaphore of the poem tell us of a tiger within hiding in a moonless emotional landscape.
Georg
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Even in tears one must strive to pass the Wisdom of the Warrior Spirit on to those who know not...
exceptional...
nice work, Jude...
Art Sun...
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Ron
God bless you. Kathy
For some I guess Is easier to hide than stand for
What you believe in!!
Excellent write and very
Powerful !
love Peace and hugssss....Morning Star
and then that of a tiger on the verge of extintion......you do do what you do well
always a pleasure!!!
Of comrades to share in the pursuit of truth and purpose"
Damned if I don't lament that thought constantly...
B
Be safe,
Karen
peace be with you
William
Apt yet again A Spank'n good scribe My Friend...
Love'n'Light
Gypsy.xxx
Blessed Be ! ! !
Love Tinka
tears only heal...Even though
rarely seen... Great lines with
so much meaning.
Peace,
Dan
Love,
annie
Apathy has made our world a dark and terrible jungle...o, for the good ole days, when people cared, when there was the light of compassion...Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry
randy
Fee
or a lost cub.
Thanks for your special poetry..
Stay safe
But, in other way, the allegory or metaphore of the poem tell us of a tiger within hiding in a moonless emotional landscape.
Georg
Excellent verses to describe that which is diminishing! Tears, they cry too....
:) Ch'erie