like dealing with the reality of life and acceptance....very intriguing...i like the metaphors used
mary etta

xo

This is highly kaleidoscopic...you know when you look through a kaleidoscope and the shapes inside fade out into another shape "worlds yet to known in granules of light"...invisible plot is optical to the "mind's eye"...

s

my confined spirit grows impatient with these gods, chasing
granules of light, and the tease of hidden realities just
around the corner...

another fine write, jude.
peace & blessings,
carolyn

Makes me consider all the possibilities. Great writing.
Sheila

reason can be an ememy at times, holding back the realities we refuse to step into. wonderful work.

Aye, there's the quandary. If the imagination is limitless, then why is there an invisible plot? Unlike you, who sees the unseen through dreams, I prefer to stick to the tangible world which grows ever more fanciful as it is discovered. In poetry, there's room for both visions to flourish. That's why I read your ravenous prose.

Ron

Jude, every angle is covered by KBs brilliant thesis on your work.
Yeah, her concise insight does my head in, too.

There is what we do, and then there is what we think. And then we are rarely in the moment.....Morgan

Reason and logic dictate the depth of these worlds unknown but fail to capture even by imagination, the immensity and its limits. Eloquently written.

So true....we can only see reality "through a glass, darkly," and yet it is so much more.

Chip Bergeron

We are spiritual beings carried about in human form. Frail, exhaustible and so limited in intellect and ability to express our visions. Yet our souls are boundless and rich. Jude, you have said much with this terse expression my dear friend. I bid you love and peace my dear friend.Jon Michael

Jude, finding the right words is what plagues most of us, but not you! You're able to put words together like in this poem,to open new windows for us to see through, such as,

" words opt to confine the spirit
where unseen actions fill the expression of living
and worlds yet to be known in granules of light
remain hidden in the nature of our limitless reason" Brilliant!

Jude do we ever completely know ourselves? I doubt it but constant questions bring answers. You poetry challenges not just the mind but the spirit.

i'd leave a comment but i feel like people are watching me, following me, like the moon is broadcasting into my head. yes, i do agree that words confine the nature of our perceived reality. i sometimes wonder how much more attuned to nature we might be if we didn't have the clutter of language jamming our thoughts. okay, bye bye now, they're coming.............

We are trapped in a human form, confined by language to express the wordless emotions and beauty of our minds eye. We rely on blind faith instead of the eminent knowledge that comes from within; from that place where we actually carry the lessons passed on by the many generations of our ancestors. In our continual struggle to be normal, we never learn how unique and extraordinary we truly are and we forget to unlock the secrets of our dreams. Powerful penning, Jude. This is an excellent offering.
Take care,
Sherry

the soul may surround the body
but is there a veil around the soul?
You set me off, Jude, and i like being set off.

John

There's always the tension between the now and the not yet. Yet, we surely have to do what we can in the now in the belief that that has a bearing on the not yet. I have to agree with your final stanza, in that words are totally inadequate to express the inexpressible, but can be so ordered, like clues to a mystery, to point the spirit in the right direction of where and how to look; but I think they point outwards and away from our reason because I don't think our human intellect is "limitless"; perhaps rather it is quite finite in terms of being based on received information and confined by understanding: the rational, if you will. Words can, however, be used as keys to unlock the unfathomable spheres of intuited knowledge, maybe. Anyway, this is amazing. I read a series of poems that moved me deeply yesterday; they were entitled "Belfast Obituaries" and were prefixed by a quote from Jean Baudrillard which says: "From savage societies to modern societies the evolution is irreversible: little by little the dead cease to exist. They are thrown outside the symbolic circulation of the group." The living must never forget the part the dead have played in the unfolding of the "invisible plot". May we each hold tightly to the "granules of light" we have been given to hold and protect. Stirring stuff, Kartero. xx

"faded shapes inside an invisible plot" what an emotional impact when we consider how often plots unfold and twist and turn in our lifes only to leaves us in such dark shadows of doubt at times
fee

when the reality of being is not the words, nor thoughts, nor actions an amazing peace and surrender happens - however, the words, the thoughts, and the actions still occur running invisible programming, but the self perception has changed and sees it all in new light.

i'm enjoying watching all the evolution going on :)

Jude, this is a many-layered poem that I can't begin to fully understand. Wonderfully complex and interesting!!!

Life's plots have so many twists and turns that I have found that what is apparent is not always real.
"All that glitters is not gold and not all who wander are lost".
Blessings,
Christine

Great writing sweet man...stay safe and well..Hugsss

Of life you do herein write & like it I do, Bob...e

Wise stuff, Jude; substance to think about for sure. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Well said Jude. Worlds to be known.

Our lives are like a play. It has a beginning, an action (middle) and a climax (end). We have the power to write our own play. The plot need not be invisible. One must see the light, and know deeply within what is best and the flow of life will transpire.

The sad thing about most people is that they think they cannot change their lives. It takes one moment of enlightenment to propel a person into the best script that they could ever write. I love romantic comedies, historical fiction, and musical theater plays. I say mix it all together and you got yourself one hell of a life.....Go for it, write your play and live life to the fullest...

I love this poem, Jude, it is full of eye opening thoughts and desires.

Much peace, light, and love,
Amber