Thought provoking.
~leslie

how do we manage it all?
so very on point, jude.
cg

let's hope its not too shaky..we're visiting San Francisco :)

...And then we say, "Oh shit!", and die.

Ron

Very interesting, Jude. I think you like creating this puzzles and wondering who can solve it... or who can read your mind correctly. The way I understand...the soiled dreams are part of us and it is true that we struggle...but I find it exciting.

...sounds like life after an earthquake and we better get used to it; personal space and immunity might cease to be an option just a few years' down the road when the earth is drowning and we are cheek-by-jowel with destitute and displaced refugees on ever-shrinking patches of land. World wars, ironically, will be fuelled over the fight for clean water, rather than crude oil. Diaper-maintenance is hard work and interactive - impossible to ignore, too! If we choose to look away in the pursuit and hope of personal security and illusion of happiness, we just contribute to the shit. All that being said, the human spirit is strong, beautiful and resiliant when fed and resourced by whatever nourishes it - good shit, if you like! (Sorry, love the word, being a farmer's daughter. Don't mean to offend, but it was probably the first word I ever heard or spoke!) In order to do our share of whatever sanitation-needs come our way, we have to be fully equipped in the inner being. Life is not clinical and sterile. We mortals breathe and excrete; live, love do beautiful or hateful things and mess-up. To have it any other way would mean just inhabiting a spirit-place where we can float about without commitment or responsibility. But I, for one, would not want to have missed out on the earthiness and intense feeling of being first put into a highly sensuous and sensitised body with very real choices to make....

Have failed to be brief, dammit. But how I try! This also reminds me very much of elements of Nordette's Goddess On The Rooftop poem. And today you have bucked the trend, Kartero: normally your poems are very easy to "undress" from the bottom line up, but in this one you've up-ended your thoughts, like a picture of tossing out the trash! Agriculturally speaking, it's good to spread the muck, responsible for bringing forth next year's roses or grain. :)) Think I like this one... sKweeKy-Kleen Kate xx

...we do face daily struggles and need to balance and out-weigh these times indeed}

Quite a change of style for you Jude but every bit as effective as anything you have done in past. Makes a strong impact with few words but the words used linger to be thought about later.

fee

Jude, is this ever good! Your mind is incredible.

well said

...and then, it hit the fan...!

Georg

Inescapable fate?
The insecurity of life,
the constant struggle,
the inevitable filth...
A brief vision of the darkness in our lives.

Axilea

Emotions are the bottomsoil, in my opinion. They are very problematic. There is a way to keep things more in balance. By not engaging, so much. people are addicted to drama, because, as Berryman wrote, "Life, my friends, is boring, but we must not speak of it." But the drama is so very messy, as you say. I am trying to decide if I've had enough of the mess. part of the mess is good stuff. It's a toughie. i think the thing to do is go ahead and live, engage, but try and keep a lid on the insanity (I'm not referring to you). But i haven't got it totally figured out. Nice false rhyme here, and use of assonance. I do not believe in "live in the moment" stuff, because, well, --- would you say this to a starving child? I do not ascribe to the Secret, and Laws of Attraction. There is no magic. It's all work. Yeah, life is messy, clean it up and all, but the question is how, and how much?

Damn, will we ever get out of diapers? It seems like forever now!

...and that is only the beginning. I think we need to concentrate on making our own way and not letting other people's sh** keep us from growing or enjoying life. If we get outselves involved in other people's business, we will all be struggling to remain afloat in some giant swill hole.
Take care,
Sherry

ha! well said!

And, that's just the topsoil of life!! :-D xox

Jude, there is so much to read into this poem. I am feeling like you need to use disposable diapers and get on with the good stuff. Living in the moment, and harboring positive energy is the best way to go. There is a lot of crap in this world, but choose the positive road, the road that leads to happiness and fulfillment. lift off the topsoil and get to the root of the issues, hit them head on and do your best to live with happiness and no regrets.
As always you inspire me to write from your deeply moving poetry.
Nicely penned and inspired to depths of soiled diapers...lol
Peace, love, and light, my dear man,
Amber "V"

A continual struggle for most. Enjoyed.

Hah! With the considerable amount of excrement going on these days, this shaky ground is becoming quicksand, the soiled dreams have metamorphosed into full-fledged nightmares, the murky emotions are screaming for release and the diapers have given up the fight to stay clean and are just content in wallowing in it.

Had to spout off a bit Jude / The poem was filled with vital messages that speak volumes in four little lines.

Keeps me pooped to keep cleaning it up.

s

Jude,
Speaks to me of washing the outside of the cup, the (pointless?)struggle to keep appearances up; succinct, sharp, absolutely right.

John