"thrash famished words
around starving thoughts"

I love this phrasing, Jude. Your creativity shines with every poem.
Sheila

reality is the overwhelming force that spears the heart of imagination and desire -- a shore too far a reach we cannot achieve -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael

When I read your work, it is very difficult at times for me to come up with a comment...your work is that good. When a writer uses intelligence, feeling and language the way you do...well, it's sheer perfection, Jude.

Like a beach party at Bernie Madoff's... some shores become insufficient.

Ron

Great visions and a 'sufficient shore'

Vivid images in this sea side poem. It draws the reader into its ambiance and nights passage....M

always hungry, always full. The poetry of a man who knows how to experience his world and others.

Lovely romp on the moonlit shore.

DON'T GET CAUGHT UP ON 'AMBIANCE'...WHICH IS ONLY GOOD FOR ONE NIGHT...SEEK 'FOREVER'
THANKS FOR SHARING THIS WELL WRITTEN WORK. ENJOYED.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

I had to read it three times to try and get the full input.And that is a compliment on the complexity of your poem.

It has a dreamy surreal quality about it that leaves the reader desiring more.
I loved this passage as my own * campfire flames
shine in eyes of distant deer -*

You have a restless spirit.

Jerry

Loved this one!

enjoyed this, pen a good picture. LadyJ

You've succeeded in making me hungry for all that food you've memoralized in your poem, Jude! Campfire on the beach sounds darn good, too :o) Deliciously, delightful read...
Blessings and Love - Micke

Good poem. Great use of words and twisted images.

Famine before the Feast! :)) A fabulous moment’s capture, Jude. Such a bubbling and engaging scene, stimulating both mind and body - yet the elan, for The Dreamer, seems to be anticipation rather than fulfilment. Even while yet enjoying an experience, journeying hearts are already onto the “what next?” Here we have a very colourful palette of desire, all tastes catered for, yet that vital essence or ingredient, the one thing that might satisfy, is absent. I can relate: although perceived to be an out-going party-girl, my inner nature is that of isolate, my energy levels rising when free to be alone and what I truly long for is solitude within creative, spiritual thought. Yet I am also coming to believe that divinity within us makes us instinctively hungry for a shared intimacy that penetrates deeper than the mind and body can know. It’s this kind of unspoken mutuality, often of things too deep to be properly grasped within unfathomable depths of soul, that I feel this beautiful cameo speaks of. You and your work, as depicted by Sage, would seem to be gifted to the collective as totem, as a form of universal manna, but perhaps there is also that within which seeks nourishment from a hallowed exclusivity, that singular tete-a-tete under the moonlight, with just one other. We can be starving at life’s banquet, my friend, yet, when I first read this this morning, I was munching my way through a bowl of succulent fresh tropical fruit, thinking I could eat just this forever, never be sated and always be satisfied! Life a glorious, consistent paradox! May you one day be filled, Kartero. Wish I was there! Our summer’s totally pants over here...:(( Kastaway Kate xx

A poem to die for! Pick any superlative they all fit;-)

A gorgous poetic feast.

Cheers,
Dan

The magic of your words makes my heart long to be there just to soak up the sights and sounds...splendid writing, Jude

Carole~

Your words captured a stunning vividness
And beautiful sounds and imagery
The beauty of a moon and the beach always
Inspired such tender memories
This here was a stunning journey that nourish once soul
Brilliantly writing and expressed thoughts
wishing you Peace Love and Light….Yolie

Jude this is my all time favorite of yours...I feel the emotion,,,we always want to satisfy our hunger..what ever it may be...great work!
Christine

Kewl!
I see can see the images Jude begin to appear!
Salty Seas and the magic sets me FREE!
I want to be there~!

WRITE ON!
Blessings and Peace, Warrior Purple_Passions, SHEExooo

Love this one and the salt sea air seems tohave invaded the den of late as I taste them lobsters and smell the salt brine ...
well done
fee

LOVELY!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Don't you hate when "...dreams fizzle..."? and when the seas can't wait to wipe off your tracks on the wet shore's sand?

Georg

Very descriptive images that bring back memories of days when the beach beaconed like a beacon to me and my friends. There was not a place on earth we had rather be and your poem relays a message equivalent to our enjoyment of the beach.

You have saturated my senses with your descriptive imagery, thank you for inviting me to this feast. Blessings! Jasmin Horst

Under Moonlight is a most wondrous place to be, and to contemplate.

As usual Jude you never disappoint us. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Pagan feast in which all the five elements are present; air, fire, water, earth and spirit, and the five senses also present themselves; sight, taste, smell, touch, and hear. It is good to venture into a solo journey to feed one's soul, where coconuts are plentiful, supping poetic milk and fish are within spearing range...oh, your loin cloth measures the rod to cast upon sufficient shore...wine, bread, and thou...a self-sufficient poem that feeds us with visions of inspiration and everlasting mana, keep on wandering Jude, your poetry feeds multitudes...

Sage

Jude, you took me to the beach where in the distance someone is sitting near the campfire and waiting for you...perhaps with caviar and champagne. Very relaxing and soothing poem. I loved the phrase "voices ride bubles of air"
Love, Ankin

Interesting, Jude. I was wondering about the fizzling dreams. Is it because the dreams are now a reality? and yet, is this "your" reality? because although the banquet is spread, and seemingly sufficient, a word you use later, you are "wandering, riding hungry." I guess what you mean is that in actuality, as you show metaphorically, we are always, or one is always, wandering, because we must replenish ourselves daily. Or is there a deeper meaning? That if we find the distant, "sufficient" shore, we will be satisfied -- that the poet is searching for that satiety, and that this satiety is possible? Did you mean hungry ideas (plural)? i like the tone of this poem. It reminds me of one of my paintings of someone riding -- wandering, really. It makes me wish that satiety were possible on some shore or other. It gives me hope that perhaps this is what you mean -- that possibility. I've always wondered though (in my wandering) what would happen if we were all sated. This is one of my demonic thoughts. Is Utopia utopia? Or would it lead to ennui? It's a stupid question, isn't it? If it's Utopia, how can it be less than itself? I was also wondering if leaving off the articles (the, a, an) is an intentioned thing to drive the poem. That's just in the beginning. I like the phrase famished words around thoughts. To me it is like saying, some things cannot be put into words -- though we do the best we can. Like inner longing, like the need for love, like the death of a child. Words can go only so far, but where would we be without them? On completely different shores, always, islands, always. Don't you think? Thank you for this poem. julianza

I have a hard time commenting on you because I think your work is so good, the words to describe it never come. I love this.

Yum! I do love the imagery, Jude. So well done. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace,

Regis

What a twist of intertwining images developing a dynamic ending.

Jude,
Strong in setting and sense of occasion, in appetite and in longing.

John

what a wonderful experience, moonlight on the shore, music, food, song...gorgeous!

Jude, We are on the same wavelength, the moon and the shore really does inspire that wanderlust in all of us. Nicely written and thoroughly enjoyed while feeling a connectivity to your muse's inspirations.
Much peace, love, and light,

Amber "V"

That "distant, sufficient shore" sounds good, but I wouldn't be too disappointed with the lobster, beer, wine, and caviar. Enjoyed.

i enjoyed this!

No matter how much is around us, there is still so much more to learn, so many places left to see. There is stagnation in the comfort zone; the only way to truly breathe in all the universe has to offer is to venture out into to the "less comfortable" places we know little of. Fantastic images and complex depth of thought in your words, Jude. Excellent.
Take care,
Sherry