Most excellent!!

Love Tinka

Deep in the river, really getting to the bottom of it all and not being fooled by the surface. Excellent. Liz

Depth of thought fills your work Jude...one can read and reflect seeking to find that area of mind which brings forth the very moments you write of...we as the outside trying to look in are captivated to search through your thoughts wondering...are you really walking across rivers or ...are you the river itself...

truly nice work...

Art Sun...

people of many parts, both superficial and down deep. I very much like the stand-alone statement: "I have given up walking across rivers" - its so concrete as compared to the swell and swim of the conceptual rest. In context, walking across rivers would suggest to me judging people by their appearance or first impression. It is perhaps as we get below the shoe size and facial skin that we start to mix and merge, finding both our similarities and unique distinctions. This poem makes me feel as if I'm both swimming and breathing underwater; it's kind of out of the body, with all barriers down. Open and receptive, yet transmitting "waves" of being as well. Makes me think of the cover of your MIM book. xx

A great poem, Jude! Excellent!

Your poems are always deep, but then you seem to be an intense individual....your writing style is excellent. Holly

Love this one, I think it might be perfect.

Fascinatingly compelling, Jude. Thank you for drawing me in. Love and peace to you,

Regis

I like the paralles of river and life.The poem is deep and inciteful and has a melodic quality ........M

Looking deep into ones soul, reflects the true person, beautiful writing....

Be always safe,
Karen

fantastic

Very creative indeed, Jude!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reflections of the reclusive kind.

Ron

this is the moment you see yourself,
miraculously
rippling across obscurity

mimicking your facade
inside the origin of your theoretical being.

Jude Your nwork ever cease to amaze me
I love reading your poetry its always
very deep almost as if you jeourny within
your being

Brilliant piece!!
Peace Love and Light...Morning Star

An interesting write that sounds like deep meditation to me. I think the word "ripple" is akin to Albert Einstein's theory of relativity. Everyone and everything is linked, related, etc. and letting the imagination take over can create comparisons and contrasts from the inner shell to the outer environment.

I’d rather slip into their depths,
and be defined by a mysterious murkiness

Quite deep, my friend.

I love this comparison for it is all too true that we often tend to stay on the surface and be just a mirror image instead of as you say wading into life and becoming a part of it, no matter the consequences...well done Jude.

fee

The only way to really understand ourselves it total immersion though introspection. You have, once again, found a way to express this truth poetically and clearly. Great job, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

You never cease to amaze me with your work. Since I've been tracking you, you've posted daily, I think...and every piece is well written and says so much. Not many have that talent.

Jude,
I've never thought of a reflection in this light. This has meaning just as deep as these waters. Excellent show of creativity.
Sheila

floating between the ripples of your poetry
is akin to being re-enlightened,each time!Kudo's!

Eileen

Dear Jude,

" this is the moment you see yourself,
miraculously
rippling across obscurity

mimicking your façade
inside the origin of your theoretical being."

Simply put, poetry doesn't get any better. I applaud you my dear friend.
Hugs,
Marcia

Introspection through reflection - buoyed by achievement and more confident in aqua camouflage. The soul's emergence dipped into the baptismal stream - the dead duck on a stick ressurrected into a flapping mallard. Confidentally, we look forward to the duck's ressurection...it is now we see just how insulated we are through the life of the quill...hope floats ethos and exigencies of rebirth through the ripples which elongate and refract longevity, Jude...

Love,
Sage

A poem with multiple meanings. Facades, each person his own.