This, too, has such an hermetic feel to it, though tinged with the imagery of the sharpness of that pursuing, penetrating, unrelenting spotlight that strips away any place to hide. Sounds like a slow torture and yet within it the subject has learned the ability to lull oneself to sleep soundly within the swaddling of soft, emotionally secure dreams. Adrift and rudderless, yet there is much confidence that the Dreamscape will guide him safely ashore. For some reason, Simon and Garfunkel's "Sounds Of Silence" was playing in my head as I read this; it is delicate and lyrical with a gentleness of spirit that undermines the discomfort such infliction might otherwise afford.... Dream on and Be Well, Kartero x x

It seems that the universe, both seen and unseen, is so mysterious and large, as soon as we feel we know something we realize we really don't. So good to read you Jude.

BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Hope the the mince pies are improving.

"eternally adrift nowhere
soundly arriving before every shore" Gimme a few days to think about this.
The poem is way over my head.

Engaging me, both the dark and light of this poem. As always it is my pleasure to have experienced your work. xxx

Tough expressions

sagaciously slumbering on the cargo of dreams
eternally adrift nowhere
soundly arriving before every shore

I'm here with your words...ebbing and flowing like a redundant echo. East Jude...this duet is easy!
Love,
Susan

...the mind's eye as much as the optic nerve challenged elicits the confession, personal or generic..."when I consider how my light is spent..."

I hope you're doing well, Jude,

John

I have always contended that physical problems are ALWAYS an indicator of spiritual problems. Metaphorical or not .... you still see your surroundings as one that cares to interpret and share. The desire to share is tantamount to enlightenment.
richard

Jude, i believe you have successfully come to safe harbors. Life is tough sometimes, but in the midst of a storm and the darkness, there is always a beaconing light that symbolizes home. Peace and love in Christ.

Sheri

So good to see [literally] you back performing insight into your condition. May it give you vision to share others cannot see.

Ron

Wonderful poetic depth.

Wow! a few little changes and this could be about me and how I'm feeling right now;-) I envy,and love ,your ability to express your feelings! luv et

jude, this is a wonderful poem. whether or not your words have been pulled from reality or being used metaphorically, I believe this sailor is in desperate need of permanent anchoring at home...if home still exists for him. ~leslie

I am drawn to these words, and yet the ultimate meaning of the poem is not crystal clear to me..Perhaps it is not meant to be. The words stand alone in etheral beauty, and have the power to magnetise..

Hugs, Diana

As usual you give the reader something to think about :-)

Jude, one is drawn in to your poemm, then drifts back out, just like the waves... very moving.

Cheers,
Dan

Taking inventory oneself and relating it to the elements is uniquely pleasing, Jude . . .

interesting well written and thought provoking

I liked the sea and sailor thread you captured in this one for it ist true as anyone who has every spent isolated time either at sea or in a distant place can confirm. We all tend to look in three dimensional vision at the past and the future to find a way to get through the present. Well done.
fee

"...gratuitous mortality..." oh my friend! that times are over, when your birth didn't cost a thing and when death was ditto.
Now all is different, we have even laws to tell you when and where, and if you commit suicide you will be prosecuted with all the weight of the law.

Georg

PS. sorry, digressing again...

Get out of the sun Jude. Get out of the sun. But seriously, this poem is fantastic!! Every line is loaded with imagery and conjecture. Great pen indeed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jude,
I read this over and over trying to decipher what you are really trying to say. I believe that I do understand. Confusion and hope are intermingled in this poem that cries out to the Universe for guidance and illumination. You will get your dreams fulfilled, but you have to do the work. You have to want your dreams to come to fruition badly enough for it to manifest into reality...I am doing it every day.
I stood on the shore of sound view last night at sunset and it was a beautiful view of Long Island. I wonder if you were over there too?
Wouldn't that be fantastic if we were watching from distant shores together...

Much peace, light and love, my dear man,
Amber "V"

i find this fascinating, tho a melconoly overshadows its experience, i love the etheral quality

You've touched an emotional light within me, Bob...stay well & get a haircut for cryin' out loud...;-) Ed

sagaciously slumbering on the cargo of dreams
eternally adrift nowhere
arriving before every shore

Yes! I feel as though I have been there; I am "there" now. A most engaging write, Jude. Love and peace,

Regis

There is such a feeling of vacancy in this poem, Jude. It feels as though I have locked myself in a safe box and now I must rummage through my past dreams in an attempt to find the person I have now caused myself to become. My favorite line is
"like a blinded sailor inhaling twilight"
...sometimes we just have to find a new way...
Exceptional pen, though uncomfortable to live within, as I was reading it, which is a good thing for a writer to be able to impart. I was thirsting for an offering from you so it was really nice to be able to read this tonight.
Take care,
Sherry

This is black and white as one could get.
Images so profound still hard to cope with
Knowing what you see even before it come's in sight.
Is there such a light?
Or is this someone's insight?

Brilliant write as usual for you, Jude.