I love these lines for the way they straddle the paradoxes of what it means to be human, living a physically finite life stretching its way toward an infinite spiritual one, steeped in human emotion and yet elevated by transcendent meditations. The flavor of angst might be somewhat heavy but the artistry, from where this reader sits, is brilliantly fine.
Your work never ceases to amaze us Jude...you express more than the ordinary and find a way to capture us within those imaginative states where one strives to place themselves within those emotional
ties to your work...remembrance and memories of the past and present seem to be worked as though they will be lost as life ends and yet it is presented as a reality within dreams that seem surreal...
perhaps we are not remembered but do re-member, as in reconstruct the pieces of past lost, present pain, future uncertainty, eternal love. and those who have forgotten, we the people of the purple haze, somehow know and understand that something came before and something will yet live on. quite a visual you've given us. Dawn
Too much Valarian Root? Seriously, it'a a great write Jude just as all of yours are. I may not know if you die but I will remember you and that you can take to the bank.
who cares if we are remembered...do we remember anyone from the past? beyond our own experiences? we are eternal beings...we come and go...life as human is a temporary experience. idea: if you'd like to see her face in your dreams try looking at a picture of your mother, the conscious will then connect it into the dream state. this piece seems emotionally sad...wishing you sweet dreams
Jude, this piece of writing, deep writing, is to me like art hanging on a wall. I may not understand it, but I like it, which holds true for your "aftermath" and maybe it's not my job to understand, but to appreciate.
Jude This is one deep and intense dream!!
Left this reader(me )wondering if i read
or was I dreaming
words captured a stunning vividness
Brilliant write!!
Wishing you Peace Love and Light..and a Marry Christmas
Hugssss...Morning Star
Full of opulent, catholicly-rich iconic imagery that warps and weaves on the same psycho-emotional planes as a work by Dali, or attempting, perhaps, to smash-up the watchface of time like lines by William Burroughs. This is a tough one to comment on as it appears so intensely personal, delving into some deep-seated soul-tie. Dying and being born must surely be the most traumatic experiences we can undergo as physical beings; giving birth comes perhaps a close second! To be soulfully or physically tied to someone experiencing any of these combinations can remain powerfully influential in our remaining lives. There are shades of similar attempts to communicate as in "shortest day" and it's as if the inability to properly do so, with also little else about the person to hang on to, causes an intense blurring of the edges of the material/spiritual worlds, and even of reality and time frames themselves. The sense of these circumstances "forcing" the hand to write is palpable, as if the mother's intent to be heard comes from it. Time is linear in our physical world and we can't go back; but we can go on and anticipate that, further down the road, there will be answers and a redemption of sorts. And, of course, the mind is incapable of negatives: we can never remember to forget... Powerful and challenging write, Jude. xx
We often like to look beyond this world into the next and as writers and poets we are fortunate to be able to touch that other side with our imaginations and capture with our pens. You done that well in this one my friend.
fee
Even your poem has a dream-like quality; a bit unclear and confusing enough to make one ask what it all really means. At times I dream of faceless people, when they are someone I know quite a bit about, but have never actually met. Perhaps it is that I don't wish to attempt to create their persona without ever knowing their energy or distort them, in any way, with my own ideals? Meaty offering, Jude, excellent pen.
Take care,
Sherry
This is one hell of a dream. Your visual descriptions are pretty intense and it leaves this reader with a haunting feeling.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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Aberjhani
some things never are resolved in this life,but will be
in the one to come...
Love Tinka
ties to your work...remembrance and memories of the past and present seem to be worked as though they will be lost as life ends and yet it is presented as a reality within dreams that seem surreal...
truly nice work my friend...
nice...
Art Sun...
Well poetically narrated
Always remember to say your night prayers
Sometimes it keeps nightmares away
Peace be with you
William
who cares if we are remembered...do we remember anyone from the past? beyond our own experiences? we are eternal beings...we come and go...life as human is a temporary experience. idea: if you'd like to see her face in your dreams try looking at a picture of your mother, the conscious will then connect it into the dream state. this piece seems emotionally sad...wishing you sweet dreams
in this dream. Of course thats what good writers do. -gene.
Cheers,
Dan
Left this reader(me )wondering if i read
or was I dreaming
words captured a stunning vividness
Brilliant write!!
Wishing you Peace Love and Light..and a Marry Christmas
Hugssss...Morning Star
fee
Christine
Take care,
Sherry
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"