This is a beautiful poem. Every reader can interpret this poem differently, but in my mind, I can see an easle with a large canvass board, and rich-colored paints. I can envision a beautiful, plush landscape filled with beautiful flowers and hills. Absolutely beautiful!!!

vivid and powerful.

Totally enjoyed immersing myself into the twilight warmth, resignation, and promise of these lines. Poetry as pure, for this reader, as it is simplistic.

Aberjhani

I can feel the warm sun slowly rising into a new day, as color blossoms. "As remnants of Heaven radiate a force, from resurrected depths of blossoming color"...Breathtaking lines that just put the reader there! Thanks for an outstanding poem!

Its always a pleasure reading your poetry and this is one of them.take care

Edwin

I can see you holding your brush, palette in hand, dabbing the magic of nature and spirit upon the canvas. Icy hues of blue, smatterings of sunny yellow, vibrant colors of Autumn peeking in from the corners. It is the last hurrah before Winter blankets the earth and tucks everything in for a long and much deserved nap. Lots of great images and plenty of room for speculative interpretations.
Take care,
Sherry

... We have daffodils blooming over here... seems they got a waft of that twilight radiation, somehow! :)) I just adore that sudden shock of cold air to the system when one's been inside an overheated, smokey fug in particular; a real wake-up call to the mind and body, sharpening instantaneously all the synapses and senses into that "warmer embrace" of blossoming colour. There also seems to be hovering in this the shadow of:

a(n) alchemical blessing
moving upward
into the golden mist of creative endeavor,
blooming into a blueprint of passion and strength

Anticipation. Yes, that about sums it up. Anticipation does this, gently warming those prevailing moods of dark, cold transience. And very transitional which, of course, is the nature of twilight. Yum. I like. xx

Hey Jude, all about colors of twilight. This poem reminds me of impressionistic music, Ravel or Debussy. I like "warmer embrace."

Kathy

Jude, you are an artist who piants with his words. Beautiful work...as everything you write.

Age is a ripening of the soul; enjoy it. ~ Sara

Reminds me of What Dreams May Come.

Ron

Jude,

Magnificently penned . . . !!


Lance

Twilight - a marvelous time of day that can conjure up many marvelous things, and a marvelous poem.

Stunning in it's vividness of color and also lack of color...each night and each dawn we can experience and entirely new worl if we look out...
fee

"...exhaling a mysterious surge of anticipation..." escaping and leaving up to us to find the words that follows by disappearing into that "...surreal surroundings..." to find, if we care to see, the "...blossoming color..."?

Georg

A flower can do that to ya.

There is a kaleidoscope of feelings and moods expressed in this well rendered poem. HUGS! SC

wow - travelling through twighlight so focused, descriptive -ressurected, blossoming - yep, 'revealing splendor for a moment', this is splendid indeed! Radiating, and wonderfull :o)

You got me with the opening two lines, Jude. After that,
anything can happen. And I'm ready...ready for the preternatural
air...surreal surroundings...the twilight transformations...
resurrected depths of blossoming color. Stunning indeed. -gene.

Exquisite expression from a master
who paints with words!splendid Jude!

Love,
Eileen

Jude, This has certainly touched my soul. I am going to write a poem in response to your "blossoming color".
You are sensational!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

You see greenbacks dissolving in thin air, and the blinking stars and stripes over coffee at starbucks, or you are most likely in a bar, drinking menth liquer, or on the other hand you gots that stuff that Jersey is always looking for, Bless you Jude, you sure took me for a trip there, good one! Jasmin Horst

The movement not just in words but in feeling and reaction from 'dark, cold, transient' to a 'celestial flower...' is richly transmitted in this fine poem.
John

Vividly imaged, one feels the colors blooming in our eyes: well done, Jude, love the lines you use.

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

such a wonderful write!

As usual Jude you never disappoint us with yout touching write and I will join Marcia with that glass of wine as I read your words to make a perfect evening. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs, Rose

A Saturday evening, the pitter patter of rain, a glass of wine, and a new poem by Jude Forese. Who could ask for anything more.

It is truly amazing how much you harvest from such an encounter with twilight, Jude. Superb! Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace,

Regis

I enjoyed this piece of thought provoking writing. Very surreal in a sense. Thanks for sharing

Topiary and sanitized cut and dried Edward Scissorhands! Twilight Zone re-enacted from the starseeds intelligentsia tutoring the earthlings to prick themselves and bleed in the blossoming coagulant of unified embrace...starseeds are looking for a Bronx surrogate tonight...a real peroxide boiler, Jude!

Love,
Sage