Moods In Motion, yes indeedy: time to revisit and reclaim the balance of perceptions to be found in "the might of windy light’s volume of sacred visions". Can readily identify with that upthrust of falling, that suspended animation within the spiralling vortex of alchemical liquid thought, distilling milky perceptions/ideas/intuitions into clear solutions. And fascinating how you have apparently slipped between "phantom" and "fathom" in your thinking (of which there has also been precedent!), exemplifying this clarity-from-fog taking place. It's a good, weighty plumb-line to end on, too, grounding the poem and your thoughts. "Transcending into Utopia", to borrow Amber's words, or falling down, down, deeper into Alice's Wonderland creates a very intriguing sensation/tension. Great form to illustrate your "falling" and wonderful title, too - I thought this was gonna be about YOUR inflatable friend, Kartero!!! LOL :)) xx
You keep thinking like this and you will have no ego left....It's a good thing :-) All that is left is to take the I out of it :-) Reading you, makes me want to write again, express again. Thank you.
The thought of a foreign mood is enticing, Jude. I could spend an hour soaking in that idea. Excellent offering.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2009
Back in the sixties and seventies I used to have that feeling after dropping some especially potent acid / I would say I was kidding, but I am not / As I read this heavy-duty poem I immediately thought back to those days of what, at the time, I thought were pure enlightenment . . .
You will follow your path whether it be in such intense and passionate poems as this one or as ET suggests you do a book, either way they will be your voice and come through loud and clear.
fee
I'll leave it to others to critique Jude,but I do have to repeat what i said to you a few weeks ago. I think it's time to ease off on the poetry for awhile. You are being called to write your biography. You have much to share that can be a blessing and help to others while at the same time making you aware of how much knowledge you have amassed of the spiritual world. The bio should be about your gift of wisdom and discernment and how to apply it to our daily lives. You know you have a gift, and I believe Creator is telling you it's time to share what He has given you.The world is ready for some honest assessment of how we should be living.We have all had enough of lies and distortions! Listen to the voices you fathom,and the new direction. It's time,moodyjude;-)!
There is a bit of sadness in this poem, Jude, coming from a deep dark place. Perhaps it is time to release that darkness, and live your dream.
Each one of us has a dream of what we think our life should be, a choice a decision can be made and that dream can become a reality.
Much more to be digested with these stellar words you have penned. Perhaps a walk on a beach is called for to find some clarity and peace. The ocean does it for me, I feel that you are drawn there also. Look at the moon, around 11:11 and make your wish for that life that you so deserve. I wish you only peace and happiness and much love to return to your heart.
We all see and read poetry in a different way. It reminds me of myself when my manic depression (mostly mania) was spinning out of control. There is always something deeper in your work which I search for. Thank you Dearest Jude.
Suspended animation - a David Copperfield illusion...archives of the brain, sea of memory...pull it out, Jude..time travel...selective memory. Trapped in this limbo of an eternal present between a past you can't remember with a future you can't contemplate...Pinpointing the Source, having it in your brain is a gift, not a burden, it just needs sorted out to find order and clarity in the chaos of memories. Remembering things exactly as they happen with no exaggerations and free from revisions allows us to relieve traumas, childhood amnesia before the age of three and before birth, the past-life. Grasping on air has implications of outsourcing (sending to an outside source via cosmic messengers) memory, something's been lost. A journey of retrieval (astral travel) to arrange mental images into some ethereal space in a culture before the advent of books. The art of memory was codified with an extensive set of instructions in countless medieval memory treatises and there have been long traditions of memory training in many cultures and have been passed down orally. Koranic memorization is considered one of the highest achievements among devout Muslims. Traditional West African griots and South Slavic bards recount collosal epics entirely from memory...
The search for balance is a constant. it's our lives, isn't it? rise fall, back forward, right left, in out, etc. Life is a rollercoaster. i think the thing to do is not to look for the balance but to accept that the river is never the same twice, or once, as it's said, and go with the flow, though i hate that phrase.(sorry for mixing metaphors!) So much can change in a day. Even in an hour. Problem is, humans need to be in control. Entropy, chaos, even a messy house, can make some people crazy. We always feel out of control. We're not in control. No one is. The striving to control is as bad as the vertigo sometimes. I say, you do the best you can, to function, let the surprises good and bad come, and just go on. That old saw: knowing what you can "change," and what you cannot. I love the last part. I've never seen a poem end with "I phantom." The craziness of the lines is the vertigo, style's mirroring message, but if you look, you will also see a balance. In general, the poem is more or less centered, balanced. I do not like obvious paradox, as in first line, but I do like the last stanza and last line especially. If you phantom, as a verb, the thoughts and voices are yours. That puts you a bit in control. So pass Go, collect $200 and do the best you can. Forget about getting to Boardwalk and having a million hotels. Settle for a small abode -- like a cave with a dirt floor, or wherever you can be relatively happy part of the time. It's always going to go back and forth, life, -- rock you like a baby -- this poem rocks in its visuals, how it is on the screen. It's meditative and calming, despite your confusion. Let the poem rock you gently, and stop flailing. (i realize that's a lot like "empty your mind." It makes you focus on what is in there!) What is in the world, for certain? Your own head, first and foremost. Who will ever figure everything out? find the balance? Accept it and get some ice cream. (rocky road). It works for me. Or choose your own poison, just not one that will kill you. I wish us all the best of luck. julie
I love it when I'm the first to review a new work by you Jude. I love this one. It expresses my feelings at times. I've learned how to post them in the format you've used here should you care to send it one. Hint, hint.
Your Adoring Fan,
Marcia
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Compelling and brilliant stuff master wordsmith
Jerry
praise your skill with the pen. Marvelous alliteration,
as in:
from subconscious atmospheres
of alchemical ascension
-gene.
Ron
~leslie
Cheers,
Dan
Take care,
Sherry
an exceptionally superb write, jude.
cg
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
fee
Be always safe,
Karen
Each one of us has a dream of what we think our life should be, a choice a decision can be made and that dream can become a reality.
Much more to be digested with these stellar words you have penned. Perhaps a walk on a beach is called for to find some clarity and peace. The ocean does it for me, I feel that you are drawn there also. Look at the moon, around 11:11 and make your wish for that life that you so deserve. I wish you only peace and happiness and much love to return to your heart.
Rest and be well,
Healing energy to you,
Amber "V"
Janet xx
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Your Adoring Fan,
Marcia