Although you state the facts of your shortest day methodically, they are filled with yearning and sadness. So many things jog our memories and fill us with remembered emotions; a scent, a sound, a certain place. These are beautiful,heartfelt lines.

Connie

Writing helps nail down a powerful memory, yet, the act of writing clarifies and crystalizes, too. Strong stuff!

A mesmerizing and captivating poem you have written,take care

Edwin

I enjoyed this journey, Jude.

Such a haunting piece..."so I didn't blink
in the instant you disappeared from view"
...this touches ones soul, it touched mine.

A vivid memory, this. I was born at sundown on the solstice--I don't remember.

Ron

this elicits haunting meloncoly and longing to fulfill dreams, drawing the reader to reach out with warm hugs of comforting compassion

Serene, almost resonate in inner most feelings of emotion. Beautiful writing...

Be always safe,
Karen

signed sealed and delivered great verse Robert

Jude,, Your words ran through my veins as I read them,,, I got goosebupmps from the beauty of this masterpiece!

A long reach across the divide of reality, memory of lost love,
in heartbreaking words of beauty. Bless you Jude! Jasmin Horst

Stunning and haunting at the same time...your unique capture of an ending lingers sadly

... suspended thoughts of the Voice's own, merged with the lingering memory of the object's expression which serve to create a haitus in time and, possibly, communication between two who are otherwise seemingly telepathically linked. It's like the "I" is protecting a loved one from experiencing something of the pain (lost dreams) that he/she is going through, which seems very sad considering the inferred closeness (even if physical distance remains) that these two share. Hopefully this withdrawal of intelligence will be short-lived as otherwise it could be a very long night of the soul if the burden of pain remains unshared and continues buried inside.



I love the quiet, almost whispered and tender quality of this one, Jude. Reportage or a personal journal that is almost soliloquy. May it be well with your heart, Kartero... This actually reads like skipping a few heartbeats. xx

Jude,
This poem reaches my soul. I can feel your sadness and pain.
The following verse is so poignant and so real to me:
"I didn’t want you to see the reflection
of my lost dreams from a distance,
by the far-off shore where your footprints still wander"

You are such an amazing writer, I just love your work.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

My word, this is quite beautiful. And in a way, you display a great deal of inner strength, Jude. Don't lose your dreams, Jude... embrace them. Give them the warmth in you. ~ Sara

Quite powerful. So many of our thoughts truly seem to live on, forever.

They say that in every relationship, one person of the two always holds the most power - the one who loves less. You have effectively captured the essence of an entire relationship though you have only written of its end and the aftermath. I imagine a beautiful woman standing before the subject simply saying "It's over." Or "Goodbye." The detached, cold ways of the woman leave the subject bewildered, hurt, vulnerable - wondering why he wasn't enough. Now, he carries this self-doubt and the dreams of what might've been with him until a new-found sense of self can carry him onward. Fine writing.

Some terrific images in this melancoly write that left me with the perception of a ship sailing away with someone you'd recently met that left tender impressions on your life. An enjoyable read.

Like a knife through the heart, your words bring back memories of faded relationships that either never should have been or never should have ended. A reflection of those fogy times that hover somewhere between why and why not, between happiness and sorrow. This poem is a gem of the utmost clarity, reflecting images from your soul, placed upon the page in your own exquisite style.

Take care,

Sherry

Like looking out from an unlighted room window, a tear mimicking a melting snow flake as the unblinking eyes contemplate that wandering tracks and the poet hides his heart so she can't see the reflection of his lost dreams.
Bravo! will no suffice.

Georg

So beautifully written...your imagery incredible.

Appreciative hour glass of emotions .~.Ted

Like a stroll through your heart this one aches with beauty that is lost or perhaps just suspended.

fee

I am always enthralled by the beauty of your thoughts,when you write like this...phrased with eloquence, and a tinge of remorse...
haunting

Currier & Ives would have painted the "shortest day" with clarity and comprehension of poetic lithograph by ForÉse. This so reminds the firebrand of the "Awful Conflagration" produced by Currier of the Steam Boat LEXINGTON In Long Island Sound on Monday Evening, January 13th, 1840, by which melancholy occurrence over 100 persons perished...this poetry images a winter scene painted on the tree ornament in the collection of ForÉse. Thomas Kincade would be delighted to Light it up...

Sage

Well Penned
and excellently expressed feelings
Peace be with you

William

Exquisetyly beautiful Jude and filled with pathos. I've experienced that shortest day and you wrote about it like the master poet you are.
God Bless You and Peace be With You My Friend,
Marcia

i like this--very sad and well expressed