well done

It is a fine madness that consumes us like the tobacco in a cigar.

Ron

We can all be bloody idiots, and even so, wear a badge to prove it!
It's the craving for nicotene that gets me everytime!
I often wonder, if I would survive homesteading? ...or is it just too much "Little House on the Praire?", fogging my abilities?

Whatcha rollin? :)
Jude~ Look below me, the reviews ...Take a bow!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

I felt a shiver when reading this Ace. I love it when poetry does that to me. Thanks for the experience.

Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*

So much of our need for security is an illusion and can certainly turn into a trap, a soft, asphyxiating cocoon.

But are we aware of it? Do we carry it as a (un)necessary burden? And can it be used against us, to make us vulnerable, to make us obey...

These are the thoughts and questions your poem brings to my mind. Meanwhile I enjoy a Cohiba or a Montecristo and the (not so) smoky patterns of your poetry.

Axilea

A piece interwoven to transform thoughts into a reality realm. Filled with so much common sense and the love shared with another....

Be safe,
Karen

The first stanza say's it all I guess.
Just read KB she say's it all, plus some.
Jan will be fun fun fun.....

Good write. Enjoyed. Lady J

Jude you look at things in the most unique ways and cause new understanding to open in your reader's minds.

So pleased to be reviewing above Georg who has the Hemmingway-take the same as me... You have expensive tastes, Senor. That "elusive sense of contentment" comes either side of the fence, it seems to me: whether you exist under sufferance behind the limitations of perceived social values and shape your life according to them; or whether you let it all hang out and go for broke into whatever feels good. Guess in many ways we strive for an experiential reality of peace, satisfaction, self-actualisation and fufillment through the runes of our own manufactured smoke rings... And it sure tastes good! :)) But unless we know for certain sure that we are able to live in a contemporaneous parallel universe by virtue of the spirit within, whether hard on the street or tucked up before our roaring log fires in Aspen, the need for escape from the trappings of existance and even our own disappointment with material values, is real enough. Reminds me of Margarita last year... I got a beautiful cigar hand rolled for someone at a local market and they nearly asphyxiated themselves trying to get to drag on it... for some reason it was impossible... must have been wrong thighs! A cool and easy write, nestling between your own contoured grooves of thought; you can make even our betes noirs and false sense of security feel exotic and homely. Hasta siempre, Kate xx

They said it was rolled on the inside of girls tights to give the tobacco leaf a better taste, maybe it was true two or three hundred years ago but not today in the industrial way the world revolves.
The autor here are more near describing the Smoky Patterns that are more near to Pappa Hemingway's thoughts than the lame fake identity of today's society.
A Cohiba with a wobble cognac glass filled with a 25 years old Rem`y Martin in front of the fire place were a naked maiden on a bear rug is waiting for you to make up your picking cotton mind....
Georg

As only you can write this so good with the Cohiba smoke pattern. Wow!!!!! Really creative indeed!!!

Sandie May :o)

Profound and trully beautiful
This write has really intrigue me
And I probably will read this one again
Jude your talent is amazing you are a fantastic poet!
Truly love this one!!
Love Peace and hugssss....Morning Star

You know you are a poet when what you see
through the hazy smoke pattern of a Cohiba
fires the imagination,because you have poetic
eyes,that translate images into superb poems
like this one!Your talent just keeps climbing!

ET

Intriguing write!!

Love Tinka

A thought provoking piece...

Subjective madness & elusive patterns attempting to make sense of this cozy relationship <>(evol)*Ted

But madness is normal for some. To me, madness is the fine line that when strayed to one side of the line is genuis and a step over is madness. History's given us tons of examples.
Love,
Susan

I wonder if those mad are even aware that they are. I wonder too if those who have a romantic notion about the possibility of being so wear the pretense as a badge? This tasty philosophic insight gnaws at the intellect. Seemingly a write that could have concieved in a bit of personal experience. Intriguing!

Jude,
What a trip you have sent me on with this poem. I could feel your intense feelings and then you brought me back to a calming place. What a ride. Thanks,
Peace, Love, and Light,

Amber "V"

Dear Jude, Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. Yes, madness creates a whirlwind, without our knowledge. One should always avoid madness by surrounding oneself with positive thinking and positive actions. Your writes are always appreciated. Emile

a mindaltering allegory of drifting. .. .
that opening strophe is quite grabbing, ensnaring. .. .
reminds me of kerouac 'the only people for me are the mad ones'

crazy-good!
ness

Smoky Patterns is beautiful to behold...well done, Jude.

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

a well woven message intertwined in this work-

What price speed.

The Smoky Patterns of Life - Marvelous!

I love the way that you weave your words...