This is great, Jude. Reminds me of my daily commute and the restless thoughts that come with it. Hugs,
Sheila

Have you been called the dreaming poet, by any chance? :-)

Jude I think you could dream up anything you wanted and inspire us to do the same.

yes - yes - yes

~D.

Wow, must be something in the air...Watch where u put that bird down!
Ch'erie

A pile up of dreams one after another wow
That usually never occurs
Dreams are a message a warning
They are trying to tell you something
In this case that accident waiting to happened
Could be a yearning for some one
That could be the broken vision
Wow I love how dreams tried message
And I love this poem!
Brilliant write!
Wishing you Love Peace and Light…Yolie

Dear Jude,
Beginning the read of a new poem of yours is like opening a box of your favorite chocolates; you never know what you're going to get but you know you're in for a treat. You never disappoint and you always delight.
Write On,
Marcia

Jude, you have offered another explanation for E=MC2 -- there is much relativity in your spin here -- may peace and love be always with you my friend -- Jon Michael

the accident ahead

is just a broken vision still waiting to happen



looping over and over

into the traffic of its habitual occurrence



- impressive compression of complex idea, like a plate of conceptual spaghetti! You are good at being intricately involved in your dramatic urban scenescapes when, at the same time, you are also almost out-of-the-(mind-and)-body and objectively distancing yourself from that acute observation at the same time; reminds me of the scene from the film, City Of Angels, when the Angels are in the City Library or the Airport Traffic Control Tower, listening in to all the unheard inner voices and concerns going through the minds of the myriad individuals there. This perhaps resonates a little, though inversely, with your other city-drama dreamscape from last year, "hot sleep".



And "landing somewhere in Med-air" might easily take you to a Gryphon Vulture's nest on the edge of cliffs at Punta Paloma with the sounds of cowbells ringing up from below - instead of the wail of emergency sirens! No restricted access there, that's for sure! :))



Another well-conceived poem based on a great sustained metaphor. Whatever, Kartero. May your dreams always lead you home. Hover sweetly. xx

sometimes a helicopter is needed to lift one above the commonplace. well penned. is good to think that broken visions are yet to happen.

Indeed, this articulates how I feel with disjointed miss-mash dreams.
The search and rescue helicopter is defiantly worth calling in.

Jude you can shift your way through anything,just as you can make any poem a magical event! Bravo on this gem!...ET

Your mind in Manhattan? My dreams never give me and out--that's why I wake up. Sometimes, when I do, I'm in the middle of a boring poem.

Ron

I like the unique style of this poem, Jude

creepy in that friends of mine recently rolled over their SUV and were air lifted to the hospital...both broken yet survived -

careful what you wish for :)

wow jude...get a horse...i just happen to have one as crazy as intersstae commuting

Jude,

Traffic is a lot like life, which way should you go? Very well written, and yes at times a helicopter would be nice!

Mary

Bottlenecked dreams, I don't believe I have ever had them, but the concept is certainly interesting. Perhaps it is the pressure of the world around us and its effect upon our conscious thoughts that keeps our dreams from running with wild abandon. A little time spent with the subconscious, through afirmations, should allow that freedom to be restored. Complex and interesting pen, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

interesting write

a broken vision just to happen, get it corrected Jude, how? I don't know, the eye doctor maybe. Bless you! Jasmin Horst

...shifting through 'the mangled mass' and the inevitable disconnect of the true individual - that's what it has come down to these days, Jude.

John

Never had a dreams pile up, maybe because I don't hold the speed limits and get away before anything happens!

Georg

This line fractures my decor!

"and recognize the accident ahead
is just a broken vision still waiting to happen"

I have this tempered windshield broken glass layered with several thicknesses and banded together in a frame from a glass shop for a table top. It's a cool lookin' thing - it's all spider-veined like when glass breaks on a windshield. It's just how I feel when looking at the thing, "a traffic jam of dreams"...an ultralight chaffeuring the geese to migration in place of a helicopter...tie your hair back, put on your beer goggles...

s

oh my! disturbing images of the two+ hour commute (one way) i used to make beyond the very bowels of los angeles flash before me. dreaming up a helicopter sounds like a solution worth trying!
"a broken vision still waiting to happen..." cuts to the heart of the matter, indeed.
another fine write, jude.
be well,
carolyn

"...and recognize the accident ahead; is just a broken vision still waiting to happen..." --This is a great line!! Time and space are warped in a surrealistic sense of dreamscape, which upon awakening defies all logic and reason; but make make perfect sense in the twisted world of subconscious vision and poetry.

Landing Midair, could be quite mystically stimulating. Depending on where in the cosmos you choose...
Awesome metaphors in this poem..
Dreams should be free of traffic accidents and congested lanes. Dreams are where your inner desires and pleasures surface to bring you to a state of being in the know...

Don't be caught in the stumbling block with your stars unaligned.
That would be an accident waiting to happen..

Some how I felt that you were going to post a poem, not quite sure how, but I knew it.

Another deeply moving poem from Master of the Universe.

Much peace, light and love,
Amber

...a bird's eye view of misshapen poetry. --Charlie