Your style of writing Jude, "IS" Special!
leaving me wondering...
assuming... and plain SMILING!
This is another exquisite piece, you crafted!

WRITE ON!
Blessings, Peace and WARM Hugs, Purple_PassionS_Pulsing, SHEExooo

P.S. Seeing your pict/Bio, you remind me of Sam Elliott and that's a compliment... If you have HIS DEEP SExy deep haunting Voice, Women need to watch out...and that coyly sly grin...If you don't know who his is, google him....Played in a lot of Westerns/etc. and with Patrick Swayze in RoundHOuSE, I think it's called.

the opaque forms, apparitions sunlight and prism in concert release to tease the senses and rob our sensibilities, or is truth we would not otherwise be privileged to see without the gift of the stain glass -- a marvelous perspective to share with others Jude -- peace and love my friend --Jon Michael

Reflections and shadows can merge together thru facets of colour and imagery....M

This is so beautiful. It will remain with me for a long time.

Bobbi

I can read you clearly now, through the shadowy stain glass.

Ron

This piece takes me to places I've not only seen but experienced in sudden flashes of understanding. ...light, fractals, merging, patterning inward...exquisite.

Your writing does something that few accomplish. It leaves the reader thinking long after it's read. Metaphysical....philosophical....spiritual...it's all here.

I really enjoyed the transcedent qualities of this poem.
St. Paul said, "Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."
Your poem is truly inspirational, thanks for sharing
Cheers
Alain

Vapor leaving DNA of intelligence, indigos scoping out earthling candidates for a new world beyond, the "watcher" infiltrates human society, camouflaging in with the populus...those who walk amongst us...a glimpse of a voyeuristic prism reflecting earth's solar rays, scanning those who make the crystal cut...transmissions beamed up by lasers...sci-fi or reality?

Sage

I like the way this poem can have multiple meanings. It can be about a person, or a glimpse into God. Or it can just be about ourselves. Great poetry, as always. ~ Sara

...reflections stir emotions...great write Jude!!!

to be in the world, but not of it...
lifeform's creative puzzle ever beguiles..
always a sublime pleasure, jude.
be well,
carolyn

... blimey... i can feel myself getting all complex about this one. Frustrating: these thoughts come in a flash and yet take too long to seek to articulate, but i can't resist...

"glimpse" and "grasp" are an immediate pairing in my mind. Maybe it is just the alliteration of the titles, but, more than that, both play with ideas of "catching something", physically, intuitively or by congnitive understanding. These lines, i think, "grasp" much of what this poem is about and both poems contain religious imagery/iconography suggestive of spirituality, faith, destiny:

interlacing destinies are created by allowing
collective moments to share universal selves:

In this poem, the stained glass window is a collective, as is the composite silhouette. Perhaps both are pictures of our "universal selves". Both are light-dependent (understanding, illumination). At times, we are both vibrant compositions of light; at others, in-filled silhouette. Here, they connect and exchange. We move around the spectrum from one to the other in much the same way as the action of cog-wheels, interaction and interlocking friction forcing the wheel around. In this way i see that both the beautiful, light-conducting window and the collaged silhouette are co-dependent, part of the whole, shifting round this spectrum-wheel of light and dark, always together but non-merged, if you like! :)) I'm intrigued by your use of silhouette instead of shadow, which, of course, to be positioned in front of the window in a supposed building, is correct: This is another suggestion of the face-to-face engagement between the two, rather than an unobserved presence behind. And, as the "cogs" interlace and connect, their mutual spectrum moves round... moving the dark out of view...

so many thoughts and too many words on a poem that is a combined little gem of metaphysical thought and philosophical proposition. Gets the grey matter going quicker than my two mugs of Earl Grey this morning, thank you, Kartero! :)) xx KaleidosKope Kate xx

Jude,
Very mystically written. I feel a sense of secrecy and spirituality in this poem. Like the glimpse of forbidden knowledge is just within your minds eye, but it vanishes just before you are truly united with this thought or sight. a very deeply written poem, and one of intrigue and adventure.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

These first two stanzas are a real masterwork. They get right into the mind as the reader swaps the image of the stained glass and the silhouette which you drew for us amazingly well. Loved this.

Sorry Jude, too late, I hope you can read this, it might be in need of some adjustment, you are brilliant my friend. Jasmin Horst

great glimpse Robert, reminds me of the vampire, which would miss his entire view

Jude,
A dance of light, shadow and thought with enigma and that moment that tantalises...that moment.

John

interesting thoughts here jude. your last stanza really jumps out at me. don't lose your individuality; don't become a rare and precious flower only to change colors to whatever the going trend may be. don't blend into the background and disappear. great stuff, once again.

Quite tantilizing the view, Jude! I so enjoy your imaginative poetry!!
Blessings and Love - Micke

Nicely penned, Jude.

Your words truly give me pause for reflection, Jude. Thank you for sharing your creative and intellectual gifts. Love and peace,

Regis

My grandmother wrote a poem called by the same name.
She was 'country'. Her sister-in-law was Pasty Montana.
Hers was about seeing a glimpse of herself through the stages of life.
Youth - Teenager - Adult - Old - and then on the verge, knowing there's nothing left to do - but . . . .
. . . . . .I gathered yours much the same but in 'a variable form'.

5 star write my poet friend.

Jude, Excellent exposition of a 'glimpse' very penetrating write.

Cheers,
Dan

...or being part of the whole, like a stained-glass, pixels coming together...
Great write!

Georg

This lovely poem reminds me of times I've sat in church and stared at the stained glass window behind the chancel and watched the play of light through the colorful glass. Your poem adds another dimension with the illusion of someone's image in shadow form materializing--perhaps even Christ--depending upon what is in one's thoughts.

This brought with it such a stunning image of the form and shape of someone in a chappel looking out but also someone outside looking in. then thoughts start drifting to life as it pertains to this write and really blew me away with the patterns that came out of it.

fee

This leaves me in that place where I would be wondering if I really saw what I knew I felt, or if it was just the imaginings of a woman who came from over the edge. The spiritual forms are the hardest to accept as present and the easiest to cause me to wonder. This is a well woven tapestry of color, gut knowledge and emotion, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Ephemeral yet eternal,so exquisite in its composition, mysterious as reflections can be.

This is as beautiful as the spectrum you speak of. A glimpse, then gone... but the memory remains. Outstanding.

there is a feel good to this expression, I noticed :)