perhaps we will follow the dreams into those places we've always wanted to go. powerful poem.

after reading this one word came to my mind, WOW!

Envisioning of a spiritual existence above the "daily life", and as if experiencing a rebirth, a condition of being suspended between "what", "what could be", "what could have could have been", and "how war can the human spirit can soar". This paints a deconstruction and recreation of self, and has several ways to be interpreted. One of them being the "obvious", and which i doubt is not the case! It is the reliving, unleashing the experiences to rebound that is anticipated more towards the end! It's as if experiencing living and reliving life at the same time in parallel worlds!

This is remarkable and distinct. It is both punctuated and liberated. It hits the reader hard, like a bullet, but a dissolving bullet - one that once penetrated, settles in and disperses its essence unto the interstitial of one's being. When read aloud, its sound is soft, yet strong in its pliability.

... the more we inhabit our frailty, the stronger the spirit life becomes - at least this was true for me in 1990 when I WAS, in fact, within a hair's breadth of being admitted to the immensity of the opening skies' disclosure. I seem to dimly remember feeling like I was standing in a doorway with a view both forwards and back, slipping quite readily and easily between both. This is not a dark poem to me but one that inhabits the "fever" of the birthing of new worlds associated with physical demise yet spiritual aggrandisement. We have perhaps not yet learned how to communicate effectively with those "declining" figures who "sit and wait for a sense of solace and direction" but I have read of evidence showing that their "shedding blueprint" is a very active parallel world if we could but tap into it and take pains to seek to translate.

The inner life is teeming in this poem and the flourishing of the final five lines is transcendent. This, to me, is a very poignant and beautiful sister write to "grounded" which soars in the end as the soul takes wings... Refreshing in a world obsessed with the pursuit and affectation of perpetual youth which denies the season of ageing its hoped-for beauty and grace. Lovely quietude and elegant imagery pepper an admirable poem. Enjoyed muchly, xx

I surmise you are writing about the admission to the afterlife, shedding all the worldly things.

Ron

disabilities and ineptitude charge in at unmerciful rates -- security suddenly is erased from the lexicon -- physical prowess now limited to mastication and the discharging of bodily waste -- adroitness lays scrambled among the murky connectors to fading semantics -- only the incessant tick of the clock is understood -- Jude, reality is the stuff of abject fear -- may peace and love be always with you my friend -- Jon Michael

Very well expressed poem, Jude

Dog Days of Summer 2010! When snakes shed their skin, their eyes (non-personalities) go milky...when men and dogs go crazy and wine sours...those who ate the rat hide behind the diamond-back pattern get eat by a stronger breed out to devour a meal of admission...cyclic destruction of the Ouroboros...declining indeed, going downhill still with no sign of recovery, just wishful thinking that gullible fools keep believing the line Sirius has no intention of transmitting or accepting as honest confession knowing of false sanctitude...

s

Last three lines are like a sigh of relief. Good, strong writing.

i love your descriptive gift when you explore profound matters,such as our thoughts about death and what we feel...you give substance to it making us search out our own concepts.Splendid poem, Jude!

Love the simile in the 2nd to last verse. A great poem. Thoughtful, as always. Hugs,
Sheila

Having a quick peek at some reviews, it is our culture that sees death in such a dark way. We were taught to pray for a happy death. As that equates to a good life.
My friend from the West Indies said that they call the wake "The happy hour."

With age comes depth of wisdom.

Many die young and, maybe we would have if others had not gone to war before us.

It takes a lifetime to learn how to be young.

Deeply introspective yet, it seems to me, applicable to all of us. Great imagery as well. Thank you, Jude. Love and peace to you,

Regis

I wish the inevitability of demise
was sans the physical pain that accompanies it.
enjoyed
r

Demise is but a door, I know you know it Jude. A powerful glimpse of your soul, thank you.

I felt a sort of quiet intense acceptance here, and yes a little on the dark side but isn't life also partly dark...
fee

Thinking about death and dying are ya, Bob? Well take it from one who got close, it ain't no picnic...;-) ed

Powerful verse and prose here Jude
"admission" has a cost that you can't pay
when comes the day.

Jude, it's pretty clear to me that you are having some wild and bizarre dreams...This is indicative of this full moon...The energy that you are feeling is from within..our mortality is showing..We are all on our way to our "demise" but really, don't go without a fight...Live each moment, breathe each breath as if it may be your last one...know deeply in your heart and soul that there are many people that love and respect you. You are a "special" person, Jude, you have so much more to do before your "demise"..
You know this, it's a bump in your pathway of your life's journey, you will figure it out and be safe and joyful..

I feel good things for you, meditation is the key right now, for so many of us who are feeling these times that the Universe is giving us. It will pass and good times will prevail..Enlightenment is the reward..
I love the last verse of this poem, it radiates hope and positivity.

I wish for you much peace, light, and love,
Amber

my demise will probably look something like a frail, ramshackled mess of person drooling on a park bench still trying to figure out how to use the damn i-phone!!

Jude, this is as deep as space, the mind tries to expand to fill it, but only the soul can, a great inner exploration, rendered with a pen of artistic travel. Blessings! Jasmin Horst

Jude, This is written superbly, I felt like you took me away and that I was watching the picture you painted~
Christine

This is dark, Jude, but your last three lines leave us with hope. Well written, as always.

Lingering thoughts in a spaceless mind seeking, seeking ever to find the elusive mystery of life's time.

yes it is strange how the mind tangles into its designs...
always an adventure into your expressions of murkier depths, adding the beautiful faith at the end

I used to think about death but anymore I figure that I will just live each day, enjoying being alive and when death is ready, it will come for me. Before I had cancer, I thought more about the afterlife, now, I will be there at some point and I can explore it then. Anticipation takes a lot of energy and I like spending that energy on other things. Interestingly dark poem, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Dark and bleak for me, Jude, but honest..and a hope of renewal at the close.

John