I can only imagine how this brilliant poet spends his days, whether they are good or bad, must leave a unique and wonderful aurora wherever he goes. Well Done! Deborah

another poem penned with excellence ... hugs

Well done !!! Its a great poem which captures the ins and outs of daily existance!.....M

You've captured the opposites of each day - in everything we see, experience and feel. Wonderful write! Love and Hugs.
Sheila

OK...the Beatles song melody is now running through my head "just another day" :)...

this piece shows me a balance of perspectives upon a day in the life of being

Each day presents its own set of challenges. As you so aptly described. We are all survivors of about 4 billion years of turmoil. Each of us is grasping. When we die, our only survival is our offspring.

Ron

Well my friend after reading your poem
I doubt that any day is common
Life has a way of dropping a few surprises!
Brilliant as always!!
Peace Love and Hugessss...Morning Star

Just another day perambulating through the creative thought processes of RJF would be a trip for any prospective moonwalker and a joy for all us earthlings who know that, actually, we are really star-lings. Your signal use of all lower-case suggests to me more understatement, as Jeanette suggests below, endorsed by your hushed and reflective tone. The suggestions that you often make in your poems of glimpsing the reflection of self in mirrored or opened skies endorses your periscopic worldview. Yes, we ride the endemic cicumstance of daily experience and emotion to attain the goal of our "inevitable" conclusion, whether that be of finality or ultimate state. But, as you say in your final line, even if the quiver in our liver resonates with some indefinable certainty of assurance, exciting the "fear" in anticipation of it is part of what living life DAILY to the full is all about. Another fabulous outpouring of muse, of which Father Time/Immortality himself might be proud! :)) ... Now to return to the distortion of my quotidien, "slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes, dipping in the pocket of (my) raincoat"... mKKartney Kate xx

With all the ideas and activites in your poem, the title, "another day", is an understatement. Sounds like the mental store of plenty.

My friend you always capture the uncapturable and this write of the beauty of each and every day is a prime example. Well done.

Fee

Jude I doubt that any day is common with you. Rich souls enrich everything around them. Enjoyed the poem.

Jude, your poems have become so rich and rewarding,I feel I should have to pay admission to read you!Kudo's!

Sounds like your days are all filled before they start Jude. Thank you for sharing, time for a rest.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Jude,

It gets harder to face each new day with a smile. Very sound and intriguing piece. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul.

Another day is the stamp we put on our today at the end of the day, so we can open it tomorrow, (only if that PostMaster in the sky decides to deliver)

Georg

Creative write.

Very well done, Jude. "to excite the fears of our own assurances" - says it all.

Ted

I love the contrasts in this. Beautiful writing.

Life is certainly a a mixed bag of emotions and ideals, superbly written Jude. Hope all is well with you. :) Ch'erie

beautiful write--what a gift is each day

I am in awe of your mind - your pen - excellent, Jude -

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

...another day not to be dead...e

Another day to live and do your best. The contrasts are superb but I feel I need another day to see the sunshine and go on with my life. Today was a good day after all too. Let the heavens surround me with there beauty at least too.

Jude, you have expressed so well with this one.

Sandie Angel :o)

just another day to mass market substructure and lay bare Gaia's corpse murdered by her rivals to high-rise tenents, blacktopping over graveyards whose bones indeed come back to haunt the dishonest jockeying for number 1 position gilded bronze elephant - ahh, the best poetry/fiction is grounded and made real by the sense of place. The Hall of Supreme Harmony relies on another day of cosmology and wind and water (feng shui) - Poet of the trained eye and sageways, Jude...the five-clawed Bronx dragon, excellence, perserverance, and Truth from walls, eaves, and cosmic ceilings...another day looking at the Dog Star soon..."so to empower us to endeavor."

Love,
Sage

You must know that it is also another day to love. I cannot go one day without loving someone or something. It is God's gift to man. To have the emotion of love. You are a very lovely man, Jude, and I absolutely love your poetry!
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Your writing is wonderful and this particular piece is beautiful. I so enjoy the way you express your insightful, intelligent, spiritual thoughts. "Another day to father" - very clever ...