love this one, jude! demands several reads! so masterfully on point. "hypocrisy of faith and kinship... courting the fear of its own shattered oblivion..."
peace,
carolyn

Hi, what wonderful poetry!

...moving...words that continue to give rise to thought...tides you pen of emotion...continuing.
excellent Jude...
John

I join the parade below and commend you my friend. BRAVO! This is pure Jude Forese.
Hugs,
Marcia

Jude,
I love the combination of nature and emotions here. This has the feel of frustration and a talented voice going unheard or ignored. Amazing descriptions and a powerful delivery!
Sheila

You have managed to captured the reader's hidden dark confusions, toss them on a wave of sickly destruction, to face the realities of of human nature, that is at every stage slowly dying. Well Done! Deborah

Captivating and so very intense emotions!
This world is filled with so much
doubt and confusion
Outstanding imagery within the mind of the reader
Especially the "bleeding its inspiration into undersized sinkholes"
Its such deep and intense words
that image is in my mind!
Powerful!!!
Welcome Back!!!
Peace Love and Light...and hugesss too...Morning Star

This one shrieks of despair, dark and unforgiving.

Ron

Jude, so intensely captivating..I found myself, riding the echoes of those waves. Brilliant poetry, and so good to see you back..Looking forward to more from you..
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

A fascinating write, Jude, and good to see you posting again. As you know, I think your voice is at its strongest and most authentic when you speak from the deep base of your soul's guts. What I especially love about this poem is the tension between humanity's hellish and vociferous madness, clutching seemingly at straws and at each other for reassurance and comfort perhaps, and the hushed silence of the brilliant cosmos, seemingly deaf now to man's empty ideological or religious assumptions and modus operandi. The effect is chilling, like Douglas has said. First the tide is standing still; in the end it is turning on its heel and retreating. The point of time you capture is almost like the moment of a riptide, when the current starts to run backwards owing to prevailing circumstances. Even nature goes against itself. Misplaced souls unable to find their way to shore tread water, weighted down by their sure lines of confusion - great word play here.

Makes me also think of the lyrics to The Doors, Riders On The Storm. And of the shadowing, perhaps, of ideas from another of your poems in which you say: "... a ride into oblivion, You know, that familiar place Where the art of motion Desperately desires to reach out And catapult you back Into the stream of glorious beings... So I wait for you (someone!) To reach in and pull me out..." Nature itself will be complicit in "taking us down" if we don't clarify our sights and our priorities globally pdq. Hence the menace.

... Just a few thoughts to throw into the maelstrom! :)) Hope you're well. xx

"courting the fear of its own shattered oblivion" of all lines here, this one particularily highlighted the plague of humanities insanity...the hushed universe is unity and wholeness...only an occasional human is willing to purposfully join it...the self ego courts the fear and prefers to be in a seperate oblivion....

good to read you again...*hugs*

I love the way you mesmerize with such weighty thoughts that send the imagination and the enlightened mind running throughout each stanza. Awakening thoughts long dormant.
Fee

Doubts and confusions do abound here on earth. They will all be solved when we reach the heavenly place someday. Many hypocrites abound and loss of friendships are rampant too, Like the tide that retreats all will come back to you again and again, but flowing with the life standards is living. Take it peacefully and ignore the bad things and pray for all goood to come sooner than later.

A powerful write my friend excellent use of words delivers outstanding imagery within the mind of the reader...very well done!
Blessings,
Joyce B.

Great to see you stopping by, Bob...you've touched a nerve with this one...enjoy summer...Ed & Rufuz (w00f)

Thank God the tide doesnt stand still...nature has a way of giving us messages when its time to move on...if only we could hear her silent words. Great write.

You present the reader with much to ponder upon, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

i enjoyed this write

I enjoyed reading your poem. An interesting write that left me with an impression that the waves were pounding the shore crying out its message that went unheard.

Excellant pen Ace.

Great writing Jude..nice to read you again...stay safe and well ...Hugss

The Tide of endless shattered events and emotions...such poignant verses...good to read you.. Thanks Jude, Blessings Ch'erie

Jude,

Your word usage is exquisite. It gets hard to turn the pages when everything seems to go only in one direction. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul.

I think as I have read this I too felt I heard you scream in silence, Looking for answers that aren't there. A great write that you share with us Jude, thank you.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

When tides stand still is the sign of the dead of the sea, stagnation of spirit, dreams or truth just pull us down, to drown inside the pool of our own uncertainties.

Georg

Jude - superb imaging in this one! Brilliant work!

Ted

tide standing still...serves as pallbearer to hypocrisy...a heavy cargo of deceitful debris rotted into nothingness that has ended up being whipped by the kelp...ahh, but what is the good kinship? The feathers of moulting sea gulls, the tangible bonding of kinship I give to you Jude, steering clear of the flukes and fools...you've had this one preserved in a set of time capsules waiting for the right time to harpoon, driving the poetic lance home! The shoreline has been nourished and we live in relative harmony...inspiring tide that is cleansing with a current that carries us with your presence.

Love Always,
Sage

the resulting hypocrisy of faith and kinship
Too many humans believe in stuff that is not real.
A great poem to ponder Robert..

I had to read through this one twice
It's like you want to turn up the heat
But you use blocks of ice.
You scream
Yet nothing comes out
You dream
What's this nightmare all about
Can the moon stand still
Can the earth quit revolving
Many problems
Some worth solving.
GREAT POETRY Jude - WORTH WAITING ON
Doug