You are the master poet in every category,sir Jude!;-)

Your word play was EXTRA-ORDINARY..... Love it!

that last line nailed it Robert, good one!

lubric(i)ous: slippery, smooth, oily? Yet this setting out is easy to grasp when put like this, adroitly expressing what might otherwise be ghostly ineffable. Funny how those supranatural giftings of faith, hope and love are exactly those qualities that grow more tangible, certain and sure the more the rational basis for their existance is denied. Water-walking in such instances is the only way to go to achieve actualisation. But you'd have to be pretty stone-cold dead not to know when you've been slid into - either unseen in the now or actually in the hereafter; being on rations certainly quickens the senses, that's for certain sure! Firm and fruity writing, Amigo. Keep it up! ;) xx

OMG! I can so relate to this. It is like I looked into my metaphorical self and found...nothing. This is such an esoteric write too, because it tells us of our truths and of our failings; of being sure and unsure. The image that comes to mind is the statue of the man sitting there thinking. This makes the reader think too, and that is a good thing.

May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister Barbie.

Once again you make my mind work overtime Jude!

fasting can be healthy, and then to finally receive the juicy treats....mmmmmmmm quite mouth watering

jude, the height of spiritual introspection, lucid or not, is what I sense here. Lucidity was never one of my strong suits! I always seem to border on the semi-lucid side of accepted conformism. "inside the juicy part of you", borders right there on the edge too my dear friend. I bid you love and peace. Jon Michael

Wish I had your talent...e

It is a foregone conclusion that foregoing food to the point of famishing actual kills all the ills so that appreciation of death comes much later, gator.

Ron

Those things that we feel and know as truths make complete sense, but trying to explain them with words or write them with any form of recognizable clarity can be impossible. Getting into those inner feelings of another and understanding them completely can also be impossible. It is always much easier to read into them what we want them to be, which often ends in disappointment. Do we ever really know someone else while we are residing in this dimension? This poem was like a slingshot, first the catapult of the rock then having it hit me right between the eyes. Nice work, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

I can't tell you how many times I have read this! This is so wonderfully complex. My personal take on this is that you are speaking of the spirit, the deepest part of someone, and how it connects. I love the way you end this, wow Jude!
Blessings,
Christine

Reminds me of the first chapter of the Gospel of John in the New Terstament.....Interesting....

Chip Bergeron

I will Quote a poem I wrote this morning:

"For the beginning is only the beginning,
the middle is the juicy part,
and the end, is the end of life
as we know right now."

Sometimes you just have to go for it, and take a leap of faith, while trusting in the Universe and the law of attraction!

Peace, light, and love,
Amber

Birth and rebirth a dizzying consumption of want and need to be, or not to be, well you got me going in circles now.
Not the usual wash is it, but yet it's the same powder,great writing.
Blessings Jude! Jasmin Horst

clever and fun

i'm goin with dizzy and awake with this to........Morgan

I understand it all quite well, my man. Well, maybe not "quite" well, but sorta well. Sorta being a bastardized kind of would probably won't work here, but very well should be the right choice. Then again very seems too ambiguous and deceitful to ma, so I suppose the word I'm striving for is I understand it all perfectly. My, my, we all know human beings are not perfect in anything, so probably the word is . . .

Yes, there is so much truth in this Jude, what is felt is much stronger than the touch~ great poem

For me, Jude, this is spirit looking at itself, both clean and 'dirty', clear and foggy...
and i luv the style!

John

Hummm. I agree with Regis, dizzy and awake, Jude. Great tempo=tornado-flow, got caught up... stripped and sought,
as in 'the proximity of being alive'. Hmmm.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Yeah, the party you read about, you should see what's going on next week! But now that I'm back to the keyboard with some Internet and a little flash-powder, let's get down to your poem. First of all, I like the new style. You're throwing curve balls now for poetry (Yankees could've used you in post-season) and that is great! The complexity of thought and construct of the poem is quite unique and appealing. The last line, another curve ball, is great because it takes you right back into the earlier lines and you realize, for me at least, oh, the nature of the stormy, fiery romance, you're either dead or gorging, like a burning obsession which turns to ashes in your mouth at the snap of a finger. But then there's the deeper, double philosophical implication of the old life/death/life after death question too, which leaves a lot to chew on. Okay, great poem, nicely done.

It's hard to follow but so very easy to understand...

Penetrating analogy...


xsx

I am left a bit dizzy with all of the thoughts that your verses have awakened within my thinking process, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis