Dreamers can never not dream. When one bubble bursts, new ones arise to take their place. Like a succession of water drops, each is often a mirror image of the first: budding, forming, then falling - although each surface may reflect a different picture. And their pace gets quicker the more pressure's on... this is the feel I end with here, with such a rapt and intense urgency. I could feel this poem a lot. xx

I once tried to count the revolutions in my life, starting from earliest memory. Letting go is what I seem to be here to learn. So this poem is very much alive to me. You can capture a mood, Jude. This is thick with meloncholia, like dark gray smoke. But those beams of light through the cracks are hope. This is what carrys us forward...Kudos, Lin

Jude,
At first glance, this poem seems like sleep disturbed. The message goes deeper than what's on the surface, though. You have a gift for multi-level meaning within a work. Much enjoyed:) Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Very deep into the depth of poetry's veins reigning emotions.

Brilliant....emotions stir within me as I read...and even hear the creek of the floor.

To go into the depths of diapair is a journey in its self. To fight for reason and clarity of the what ifs and isn'ts is in a rhealm all its own.......M

As convoluted as a stream of insane consciousness? That's life.... That's what all the people say.

Ron

...powerful emotions, Jude! Excellent job

Carole~

well expressed-the reader is drawn into the turmoil

"...cavorting brandy...even in a lapse of sanity..." how many times we were there, doing that? who wants those memories? the author takes us inside his words twister wind without apologies and then...he's gone.

Georg

Life's hard enough
Then you wake up one morning
Look in the mirror
And see you're old
"never to return"
Your usual good primo poetry to ponder Jude

Doug

this is a work to be analyzed carefully and with compassion -- desperation walks with a bold strut -- listless pacing will not peace awaken -- much love and peace to you my dear friend -- Jon Michael

Disappointment and torn dreams rip through each stanza of this masterpiece, Jude. Shadowy and hazy, your words tickle the fringe of instability and then slip into a fog of despiration.
Take care,
Sherry

One of my newest favorites of yours Jude. Each line is a poem in itself and then we have a killer ending that made me gasp. You hit close to home my friend.

Lingered sanity in a world turned completely up side down and yet to ponder all the volitility....

Be always safe,
Karen

Since when do you ever have sanity linger for any length of time, after all you live in NY, never any sanity there...e

as a reader, hope the lingering sanity holds on

Wow there is so much sadness
and pain this write its very deep
it’s a waltz of teardrops
listening to the creator
Help to reinforce that such dream
don’t returned!!
Beautifully writing piece!
Sending you Peace Love and Light and Hugsss....Yolie

Good to see you posted again Jude and with work such as this you know we truly appreciate your talent. Well done.

Fee

This is a deep and engaging poem that you offer the reader once again, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Ditto Sage! It's like wringing out your soul in words, like a symphony of great sadness, deep and resonant in all the universal being. Into hell you reached, to offer up your soul up to the light, may it shine on you always. Jasmin Horst

Not many can stir a reader's emotions the way you can, Jude. So well written.

SUch a powerfully sad offering!!

Love & HUGS Tinka

Jude, you have such great perception, intuiton that truly reveals itself in any of your writing. Always like to read you....

In Spirit,
Bear

and as the gut-wrenching transformation continues so too does the hopeful heart as it rises above to record the reality that becomes less harsh with each rejuvenation---Splendid poem! You've been missed Jude!...
love,
Eileen

Ancient shaman's grimoire at work here propped open with mandrake root...Rosicrucean spirit of the ancient poet carries an apple branch, bentonite clay and elderberries...conjuration to summon and banish...contacting the Great Old Ones...lapse is reflective of an entry into a collection of ancient sigils...reads like an ancient evocation clearing out demons...arcane and occult wisdom of the Elders...

Sage

Jude,

Very sad poem. Well written.

Mary

Oh, Jude, this one is strong. Very emotional and intense - well done!

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