the sensations and thoughts of a moment in an environment surreal are captured within your lines Jude -- it gives me license to speculate about, and muse all on my own, "of a blood-shot invasion" and "unconcerned" -- I like the way you crafted this piece -- peace and love my friend-- Jon Michael

Beautifully layered - nothing superfluous.

In the heat of the night , a respite is offered, as one slips into dream land. Good imagery!!...M

This moment is caught perfectly. Well done.
Sheila

excellent spin on an everyday topic, exhaustion

Rumi would be quite impressed - "whirling dervish in heat"...

Sage

Ah, hard to believe the indefatigable New Yorker is 'exhausted'. Just taking a break, I think, before the next tidal wave of creativity.

My words are not worthy of what's already been written. I just write, "amen."

Love and peace,


Regis

This poem and it's substance is AWESOME Jude!
You write beautifully and I must come back MOREEeeeeeee!
to get my fill!
Such inspiration with your pen and mind beating as ONE!
I feel "SUCH APPRECIATION" felt in your starring moment....
SWEET DREAMZzzzzzzz Always! My writing friend!

WRITE ON!
Blessings, Peace and Hugs, Purple_Passion_Pulsing, SHEExooo

Ahhhhhh ... I can so relate dude.
But ours is a window fan.
And my dreams, of late, have increased
exponentially in intensity and uniqueness.
A good nights sleep is one of the best
things in life.
Good work!
Blessings ...

Sleep well, and write the bemusement here. Nicely done, Jude.

i like it-well written conveying the tiredness well

Quite relative to the Heat, and it's suffocating effects.......

Jude , I love the way you make such a little poem into a meaningful event! especially that you were amused by being too exhausted to care about whatever was trying to keep you awake,so you got the best of it;-)

Sometimes great minds work overtime!

Ah, perchance to dream... You are probably a master of deferred gratification, Kartero; saving that which you most desire til last, til exhausted, til nothing else will do. Your relief that that moment has ultimately come and the anticipation with which you greet potential sleep's arrival is palpable - like a junkie's shot to the veins. Perhaps a form of personal austerity helps to fuel and control one's dreams (perhaps that's where I can't quite cut it! :)). Those last two lines really make me smile: who cares about that moaning-monk of a fan when anticipating the arrival, and second-guessing the content of, those pre-recognised and readily-interpreted dreams that yet paradoxically represent such complex conundrums? Waking or asleep, The Dreamer lives constantly simultaneously astride parallel worlds and parallel conscious states... And noooooooo... yees!!! "Dream On" by Aerosmith is just right now on Planet Rock....I JUST DOOOOOOON'T BELIEVE IT... NO JOKE! :)))) spaceKadet Kate xx

i love that feeling, knowing asleep is imminent and feeling the body surrender...

Jude,
"...second guessing the substance of a blood-shot invasion;" delightful ambiguity and layered meaning in a delightful and yet all too real and familiar setting.

John

Reads like the start of a good novel.

Ron

A whirling dervish in heat... now that's a line. I hope the exhaustion subsides.

exhaustion's cleansing powers; sweet dreams, poet.
carolyn

I was too! yesterday too much beach with grandchildren to a hot house with limited air. Like the poem too:)

Exhaustion, sometimes, is a good thing. You've poeticly captured the moment so well, Jude. I wish you pleasant dreams, overcoming the "whirling dervish in heat"...great, expressive description, btw!!!
Blessings and Love -Micke

You have captured the moment well.

Tammy

Sometimes, a poem stirs all kinds of feelings and emotions. This poem speaks of my life. I don't know why insomnia lurks in my world. Perhaps our brains are just too active for this world.
If I didn't have to sleep, I wouldn't, but when I do get a good nights sleep it is a miracle! I don't believe in air conditioning, and I too have a ceiling fan in my bedroom, I certainly can relate to your poem.
Here's to finding peace, a new light, and much love,
Amber "V"

It is a thing of beauty, to see you describe so eloquently the simplest common experience of being human. I love reading you!

Thanks for your note on my latest. Yes, it takes a kind of carefree heroism to love someone and I feel extremely lucky to have been found by such a brave soul!

Hello jude: I too can empathize, like so many reviewers. I like the way you move from trying to figure out the blood-invasion -- it's so frustrating not to know what is actually causing such overwhelming fatigue (or maybe you actually know). As a "dedicated" insomniac, I know this dilemma well, and like you, after 22 years of my own, an owl in a lark world, have to get to the point where I just accept, this is what is. And wait. and wait and wait. For sleep to comeII because sometimes the blood-tiredness ---Ii am too tired even to sleep and unlike other people, cannot do that thing where you get up, and read, or iron clothes or bake a cake! I feel like there are a hundred g's on me but i can't sleep. I too wait for the bliss of dreams, good or bad, and eventually am able to sleep by getting to your point -- unconcern whether it happens or not. That is the only thing that seems to work. I'm not sure about the bemusement part but think it may be part of the process of unconcern, just accepting the dilemma instead of fighting it: this is my life (or your life): tackle the demon not with hate but with some amusement (which is aimed at fighting it, but not directly, not by not engaging it, to incur more wrath, some ironic or black amusement, and drift into uncaring. ou accept falling asleep even though there may be many things left undone or that you would have liked to have done. Regarding the fan, I have had to sleep with white noise of a fan for 25 years -- but your whirling dervish of fan gives a new slant: not just its motion paradoxically aiding your lack of motion, but also conjures the image of a woman; also an interesting paradox that a fan is to cool, but it is a dervish in heat. Of course it's a woman. It's moaning,isn't it? but anyway --- I like this poem. For me, anyway, it captures the curse of insomnia and fatigue, cousins, really, cousins I've been battling for decades -hopefully NOT so for you. I have come to look at sleep -- well, it's always been a friend, a release -- but even when it is necessary when there is so much I'd rather be doing when the flesh is weak --- as a friend. Perhaps you, like I, have psychological demons that interfere with sleep. I'm no psychologist and hate when people say these types of things. But that has to become part of the unconcern --because nothing will be solved: sleep is the requirement for the energy to solve anything. Your poems are the ones i identify with the most on this forum. If you ever want to communicate directly, as i do with a few people here, just look up my website, Julianza, Inkling. That ball is in your court now. I will not be offended or anything if you choose to stay to yourself. Sometimes, we can, even if only through the airwaves, help one another. Thank you for this poem. I like the slant rhyme at the end: heat/sleep. And like the lack of punctuation at the end, indication motion, indicating a lack of resolution, at least for the time being. julie

You must have seen me last evening as I fell across my bed and someone happened to turn on the ceiling fan Jude. Thank you for sharing a little relief.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

..sometimes it is a relief to just sleep and not think...let the dreams intrude...well done Jude!

Who have you got tied to that ceiling fan, no wonder you are exhausted, Bless you! Jasmin Horst

The poem took a flash image of a hotel in Congo, oppressive humid hot weather, windows open, and in the night outside, a zillion hysterical insects screaming about the lack of a ceiling fan too.
Nice done, Jude.

Georg

I can definately empathize with this one brother Jude for between the stress of selling my house, of packing to move and the summer's heat...sleep seems pretty evasive of late. Good capture..
fee

I have the same gnawing feeling when facing my own mortality. Exhausted but ilumnination requires it and contemplation and meditation will mold it.
So keep pressing on
Cheers
Alain

A moment in time....a welcome moment...captured to perfection.

Jude you capture the moment well, in detail...

Be always safe,
Karen

Good capture of this type of experience. The sound of a fan often helps me to sleep :-)

It is funny how when we are really tired, the things that pass through our mind, as we teeter on the edge of sleep, are so fragmented. When we drift deeper, the thoughts and images become more cohesive and we relax into a dreamy, restful sleep. Your words express exactly what I am feeling right now as I am tired and so ready for sleep. Heading there right after I post this review.
Take care,
Sherry