well said

Disgusted? Wait and it will undoubtedly become worse, LOL. Appreciate this rant...Lin

And then you look again and everything is beautiful :-) Sorry could not resist and must add that you have penned this experience extremely well.

For some, all of life is synthetic and they have absolutely no desire to find or experience reality. It is much easier to live within the confines of hollow dreams than to step out into the light, breathe in the beauty that surrounds us and realize that nothing is impossible, if we believe. The physical garbage that abounds is far less than the mental garbage that we pack into our soul.
Take care,
Sherry

that vexing mockery--how it haunts the soul...
happy new year, master poet--really!
carolyn

Until everything smells false we will never find reality. Deeply thought provoking Jude.

Well written, Jude

I liked this one. I read it twice, and feel as though it could be reread numerous times and still get new meanings within it. I like it.

I sense the prophetic gasbags have gotten to you like me. The Mayans and Bible numerologists are going beyond ridiculous.

Ron

Once again you do not disappoint, Jude. Love and peace to you,

Regis

That means when the asteroid strikes it'll just bounce back into space and, well, take out Venus or something? Brilliant plan.

... Badoyiiiiinnngggg! Ahhhhhh - THERE you are, Peter! :)) I knew my early-warning detection energies couldn't be wrong, alerting me yesterday to your imminent appearance. Seems you and I have found ourselves on the same burned-out star over the new year period; this is remarkably similar in POV, ambience and contextural imagery to my Year's Estuary (which I nearly called Year's Effluent, but thought that rather harsh) and I like the reflexive looking out/refracting back disorientation which cultivates a lostness, as if in a thick fog. A mournful pea-souper. There's a real sense of not being able to get a handle on anything; there are no descriptive edges in this ghostly synthesia - and, (I know this is my usual playing with words) what this really makes me think of is the smell of the rubber mask as it goes over your face when you are being given gas-and-air or other forms of inhaled anaesthesia. Quite an apt analogy, actually. We are like frogs in a cauldron being warmed over a rising heat, too sleepy to jump and ready to croak. Love the irony of the final couplet - our vibrant earth reduced to a decayed and barren wasteland, cluttered up to the bulging eyeballs with junk.

Haven't really been in the mood hitherto for passing the usual platitudes willy-nilly, but I sincerely wish you an onwards-and-upwards journey ahead and an inspiring, motivated start to the new decayed... decade, I mean! :)) Hope you are well and sound as a bell, Pan The Man. xx

Jude, you have offered many potential perspectives to ponder in your poem -- despite all of the insane goings on by man -- I remain the eternal optimist -- grounded in the belief that the true Captain of our destiny is still alert at the wheel of this ship filled with fools we refer to as, humankind -- peace and love be with you -- Jon Michael

Jude, now...don't tell me that, next, we will be bouncing all over the place! Because I am already "...bouncing within cloudy whims..."

Georg

everything smells plastic,
even mock aromas
roll in from the sea

And I fear it will only get worse.

interesting write

I especially like the part about vagabonds. A great reminder that a coin has two sides. Hugs,
Sheila

Very nicely said.

'the moon and sun, aloof focal points, point to the glitter of rubber earth' - smells bad all round. Is there any hope for aloofness? or moon, sun, earth. Happy new year Jude x

Perhaps Mother Earth needs to be made of rubber in order to bounce back from all the abuse us humans have put her through..

One thing I know to be true, Mother Earth is going to get us, one way or another, we will pay for all of it. It is only a matter of time.

I am hoping that you are back now, and not just visiting. I miss your words of wisdom and enigmatic challenges.





Good blessings to you dearest friend, and may you feel the love of the Universe and it's healing magic filling your world tonight.



Much peace, light, and love,

Amber

Awesome. Do you mean that all those products from China that we are dumb enough to buy and I'm one of them, have the by-product of crap. Bring on more plastic. It's as tasteless as so much of our lives. Love it. Liz

rubber, plastic...smells like my grandkids Christmas toys :)



"the vastness of unfilled space"....contains the eons of tomorrows :)

Happy New Year!

By-product of too many centuries of worshipping false gods...instead of pilgrimages that reach to the horizon where the four sacred arrows represent the code of ethics in the midst of unwritten history...where cleansing sweat lodges of sage smoke intermingle with tangible sweat pouring from human pores amidst a 50-million year old lava blister below a butte of authentic note of a volcanic bubble to those who went before us on foot...a pristine preserved landmark so rare these days, the stench of rubber car tires mulching the metro outskirts of the land dumps filled to capacity with junk accumulated that pukes human spoil...rubber earth bounces deception back and forth like a preacher's Sunday basketball filling the hallelujah gymnasium with religious propaganda and "counterfeit imaginings" that eventually finds its way to the land dump...as for those mock aromas rolling in from the sea, the plastic jet skis, new age noise polluters, the accoutrements of modern age despoiling Gaia...meet you in the blue lagoon somewhere south of Tahiti with outrigger canoes and women's weaving groups...good to see you back, Jude.

s

Speak right up, Jude, don't be going bashful on us now after all this time. Actually, I'd rather smell plastic than fetid earth dung / But that's just me . . .

so glad to read;-),awesome!
love and hugs,
etw

it is just like the inside of some people heads empty, along with rubber necks that twist in the wind whichever way it blows, yours is blowing straight at them. Bless ya! Jasmin Horst

great poem

Welcome back and I hope your New Year will be an inspired one. If this write is a preview peek of your offerings for 2010 then we are in for a great year for this is awe inspiring for sure.
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