perfect imagery as always. enjoyed.

I know the feeling :-) Wonderful to be able to read you again.

Lovely choice of vocabulary, very expressive! So many breaths are waiting to be born, I can feel that.

Axilea

"Buried under the light
for what cries out yet to be seen"
And when you DO see it, Jude, you will indeed be the one to paint it in beautiful, inspiring words.

The present experiences and deeds reveal themselves in an unforseeable tomorrow, which is made foreseeable by this apt and insightful poem. As always, a very thoughtful and reflective vision that reveals much but leaves much more to be revealed in the deeper layers.



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this is one of those that each time you read it the perspective changes dependant upon where the emphasis is placed in the reading, it definately sways back and forth

You write from very deep within your soul, bring all that is yet to be achieved. Passion flows so elogantlly....

Be always safe,
Karen

Very metaphysical, Jude. But the words are so true. This piece makes a person reflect on things gone by, and yet to be achieved. I agree with Kate, and there is nothing more I can add. But this piece reminds me of my journey. Thank you for sharing.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at yoour side constantly. With much lov ein my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), sister Barbie

Great pen..take care...Hugsss

Once again, you provide much substance for thinking and reflecting, Jude. It is difficult to add to what Kate has already stated. This is once more a poem worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

good job enjoyed

Ehhhh.. Kartero! :)) Good to see you surfacing! And a fine motivational write for anyone who might feel stuck in sloughs of despondency and dark tunnels of gloom. For me the crux of this poem is the middle couplet, those dreams and hopes which "she" holds accountable, perhaps blames in some way for smothering, hindering, suppressing what is already a happening thing in the future. Still, it is the vision which keeps the spirit strong during such tribulation, and when it's weight of certainty hangs so heavy with purpose over our lives, and it's light shines so blindingly bright, then it can bring us to our knees with the yearning for its speedy fulfillment. From your words here, all those who find themselves in that oppressive (perhaps) place should perhaps take heart. In the present moment, when we maybe feel that our dreams and hopes have dealt us a duff hand and have basically screwed up and got it wrong, it is good to be reminded that what remains as yet unseen is not in reality affected by our confused perceptions that things have somehow gone awry. Another metaphysical write from you, plotting the graph between the dual axes of the now and the not yet... the secured future as against the misunderstood preceptions of the present in relation to it. Time is indeed such a funny business - on the one hand regulating everything; on the other, totally irrelevant in terms of what the future holds. I think we might do well to live our lives in the recognition of the composition of each and every moment, rather than in relation to the actual position of it in terms of temporal and linear time structure. And that's quite enough blah from me... I'm obviously, as ever, making up for lost time! :)) xx

i enjoyed the depth of this write-

Wow! You DO get deep into the mind, Jude. But, how do you find time to get "Buried alive...In the depths of tomorrow". I'm too busy finishing up today :o)

Micke

I get a feeling of anxiety after reading this poem, a feeling very familiar to me and many others, I bet. It sums up what a waste of time constant anxiety about tomorrow can be, causing "her" to miss the joys that the future can bring. Let go and let God! Thanks, Jude

A thinking mans poet; that's who you are, and you do it quite well.

Cheers,
Dan

A study in contrast. But that's your forte.

Ron

well done

"Always waiting for that second chance...in hopes it will make it okay"...love Mary Black's words here in the background.
love and blessings,
Susan

Few can grab the reader by the throat with such power - from opening lines to last, this one almost claustrophobic - ignoring today, hoping tomorrow will get them out from under - excellent, Jude.

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

You've been missed - welcome back -

Great write Robert
Ron

Yor poem reminds me of some I know who live so much in the hope of tomorrow that today is lost to them; ever waiting for the miracle to grace their lives and not living life in the time that they have been granted. Excellent write, Jude, nice to have your words coloring the Den once again.
Take care,
Sherry

Such heartbreaking words...

Chrissy

Buried alive
In the depths of tomorrow

Quite thought provoking, Jude.

Jude I certainly felt this write. I'm so glad to see you back My Friend.

Jude,

Very nice and a pleasure reading you again. Master of the metaphor. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

"...grasping breathes dying to be born" what a fantastic line in a poem of many fantastic lines. As always you bring the reader into your mind and allow us to see the things you see...well done.
Fee

Excellent metaphors in this. Beauitful write.

Eileen has hit the nail on the head.

That was the description of tomorrow as a burrowing worm inside a light too bright to let us to see the face of things to come.

Georg

...unanswered dreams...broken wings...perhaps within a churchyard of broken wicks...and candles of hope...trying to dig their way out...fire and air...reborn.
excellent pen Jude...
John

Deep one, Robert. And exceptional.
I love your late night offerings.

Elizabeth

Welcome back moody Jude;-)I enjoyed your esoteric
poem with its enigmatic metaphors,always a treat
to pick your brain...;-)

Sounds like me at the mo, underneath all the work.

No this is a unique way of expressing that which is so freely obtainable.....Good to read you again Jude, Hugs Ch'erie