Paradoxes come alive and some surreal visions stimulate the mind here.
Excellent title too.

Axilea

What an erect phallic metaphor! "thinking of you, under unspoken moonbeams: growing flexing muscles"

Cosmic sexual cutlery forked over in a sensual dish of poetry!


Love,
Sage

Interesting, Jude. This makes me wonder how much of what we say is actually fate as opposed to spontaneous reaction. Well penned.
Sheila

To truly "hear" the silence is one of the world's greatest gifts...for in listening to that silence, much can be learned. Beautiful writing, Jude, as always.

Does the voice that echoes in the silence come from within or from without, and does it really matter? The notes of softness flow through your lines as though they are a dream, that you are waiting to enter into, through a door that leads to a twin you in a parallel universe. A doppelganger of sorts that lives now in a place other than your current reality. They have the answers you seek, you need only to ask. Beautiful poetry.
Take care,
Sherry

Oh, you don't need needless chatter to get in the mood all you need is strong desire. Looks like you've got that. ~ Sara

I agree with Regis,& Rich, silence is a great teacher...
Nice one Jude :)

Sometimes it is indeed best to just listen quietly and the ambiance that you have shared via your verses is perfect for this it seems to me. Love and peace to you, Jude.

Regis

Your first stanza
electrifies the synapses
I agree with Alain:
"silence is a wonderful teacher"
especially when the silent light carries
with it the wisdom of the ancients
r

i've always found reflection under moonbeams utterly gratifying...
stardust laced passion; is there anything more sublime?...
wonderful write, jude.
always a pleasure,
carolyn

very romantic!

stardust is such amazing substance :)

I like what you are regurgitating, going through the travails of digestion and chewing the fat. Silence is a wonderful teacher.
Cheers
Alain

The first two line are fantastic! I always try to describe what silence is, and of course silence is different according to the circumstances, but this is golden man. Human relationships could take a lesson from the animal world. There is no wishy-washy, trying to make you feel good because I want something from you, and there is no "sensitivity problems." they either like each other or not. But we like to face it through and it ALWAYS causes problems.

I live for 'moodfood' great pen

... so much more palatable than spinach, yet this had me Eyes-and-biceps-a-Poppin anyways! Told you I had hidden strengths, LOL! :)) Beautifully woven couplets that speak of a quintessence taken in to the mind and body, tasted and savoured like fine wine. This poem breathes: inhales, exhales. Should Moods in Motion come up for reprint, this could perhaps be included as it fits the canon so well. Reminiscences of Windy Light in your first stanza ("Like solar wind inside our soul Speaks through us in tones of windy light") I like the contrasts of the sense of roar v silence (though for some reason I keep stumbling over "resembles" and replacing it with "re-assembles") and the whole poem has a gently purring and contented tone. Delicate and piquant offering, Kartero, thank you. xx

The whole idea of mood food is intriguing, especially those tidbits summoning passion.

Ron

Moodfood - most interesting.

No one writes sensuality and the mystical quite like you Jude, so warm and yet as distant as a far away star.

Jude, very unique poem. I read it before bed and I was too tired to give this a good review. Upon awakening it dawned on me what you were trying to say here. You are an amazing poet, such cleverness and depth gives readers always much to think about. (Your goal isn't it?)
But I get this one, and it is way more complex than meets the eye.
The only thing I will say, "IF you don't use it, you lose it!"
Mood Food can be so delicious!

Much peace, love, and light,
Be happy dear friend,
Amber "V"

The author is giving calisthenic lesson to our brains!

Georg

It is always amazing to me how you can exercise mind and heart and produce such masterpieces as this one. In such few lines you inspire magic and love in the universe.
fee

Cooking up moods. . . . . . .
in space. . . . . .
That ended up showing all over your face
Substances for the next place.

Doug

I like the taste of this poem a lot! Well done.

love the title and concept,
you always satisfy all the senses;-)

Interesting communication that had me enjoying the silence that seems so noisy. I love it. Liz

once again in possession... this time sensation insinuates itself to sate a spate of sonorous soothsaying sentiments