I can't seem to rad this as having to do with an image on a screen, but as a tribute to a real person. And a tribute to the "abormal," or perhaps one should say "original." Real beauty involves the flaws. The true seer always sees that, like you do.
Jude, this creative work sends me exploring down varied paths. Seeking a multitude of answers, possibilities and then questioning my reasoning. This is my kind of poem my dear friend. Interpretation is free and more than one is correct and applicable. Love and peace to you. Jon Michael
... you're such a darling: who wouldn't want to strive to be the "abnormal" you speak of here?! Reminds me my biog pics are resized and always come out grainy... either that or it's the grey hair that's also starting to proliferate, LOL!! :)) Love the daliance of the amorphous/shapeless with the enticing allure of being also blueprint and part of some over-arching hidden design: that's the kind of uniqueness and omnipresent raison d'etre each one of us perhaps aspires to. A "you" that holds the tension between the nuclear and the big bang... through just a membrane, an "unusual skin". This has attraction/repulsion language that speaks of magnetic forcefields and makes me think of the dangerous tactility of mercury. And mercurial is what this is. Nice! :)) xx
A topographic changeling; skin a map of emotions and thoughts never needing to be verbalized. A whispering vapor that melds into our being. I love the visuals in this piece, Jude, though it was not until after reading it a few times that I was able to see the cohesiveness of it all. A heavy slap to the brain cells for so early in the morning but none the less a stimulant that may supercede my need for coffee.
Take care,
Sherry
Jesus God, I'll be up all night decoding this one. This is fantastic. Classic, Jude-flavored mindbending vocab warp, forwards moving backwards, a law unto itself. Excellent piece!
I don't know what it is that you're feeling or what caused you to write this, yet your words have a beautiful and powerful effect in a way that I cannot explain. When I read your work, I sense an intelligence and a sensitivity beyond the "norm." Yours is a beautiful soul.
This poem gets under my skin..I just wrote a poem about being so restless I could crawl out of my skin and fly to the moon..Do you want to come with me? I am ready, The moon could be just what the doctor ordered for both of us...
Someday this hidden architect will be constructing a world that will allow himself to be seen by eyes wide open that are filled with a promise of divine truth and love; and let's not forget peace.
I love the stanza "your voice, an echo, bounces off infrequent winds"
whispers in the wind are meant to be heard.
Fly Me To the Moon, won't cha come along....love this song..
That geiko lizard! Rainy day insurance with a dermatology premium. Scaly and pixilated psoriasis "a blueprint skin reborn by the pulse of a hidden architect accustomed to being abnormal"...this one gets under the skin!
s
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 23, 2010
I fell in love with my computer also. Haha! Happy mousing around.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Axilea
That's an awesome line, Jude. Great writing. Hugs,
Sheila
I love those pixelated ladies on my LED screen. They are almost real. ;-)
Ron
Take care,
Sherry
fee
John
I like the poem which highlights the exotic nature of unusual beauty.
Be always safe,
Karen
Someday this hidden architect will be constructing a world that will allow himself to be seen by eyes wide open that are filled with a promise of divine truth and love; and let's not forget peace.
I love the stanza "your voice, an echo, bounces off infrequent winds"
whispers in the wind are meant to be heard.
Fly Me To the Moon, won't cha come along....love this song..
Much peace, light and love, Jude,
Amber
I think you have quite an intellect to write this!
Blessings,
Christine
s