xo

... coming at this backwards from critical, i can see the overlay of idea: "sentenced to live and die concurrently: suspended in a conundrum of misplaced moments, originating in a vast collection of camouflaged dreams" It's like our tiny stitches in life are all part of a beautiful tapestry that we are presently only seeing as the mess and knotting on the back! We press on and the mysterious matrices do indeed seem to gather apace, increasing in potency and number as the weeks and months spin by. We are mulched and meshed into the universal soil which will bring forth its fruit in season. It's only our earthbound, finite perspective that makes things seem random or formless. Outside of time, everything will hang together. xx

Excellent. Kinda transcending in to quantum mechanics.

I don't mind being banished for poetic reasons. Poetry has reasons that reason cannot know. I love your "colossal stretch of survival" and the "cathartic detention of universal mechanics".

Axilea

As always, your pens are filled with depth. Enjoyed

whatever the ooze,you overcome it with your splendid mind,and
positive attitude! your creativity is matchless...

Happy Easter,Jude
Eileen

Jude what is that ooze? Could it be truth, wisdom, immortality? You always make me think.

'stretch of survival' is how it feels, alright. Clever writing, Jude:)
Sheila

Inspiring with such a deep but subtle intensity...well done Jude.
fee

Oh my this ia awesome sweetman..stay safe and well ..Hugsss

Your poetry oozes with wisdom, insight, intellect and extreme poetic correctness.
The only thing I want to say is, Jude Forese, never stop writing your poetry, the world needs you.

Much peace, light, and love,
Amber

Is the human race really damned to this condition? The mind boggles, ty Jude, glad to be back in the readers chair again :)
Ch'erie

"ooze". "It was clear as mud but it covered the ground and the farmer John he say it make the world go 'round". Lyrics from an old song Harry Belafonte sang whose title I can no longer recall. Somehow I find relevance between that song and the message in your poem jude. I have always been of the of the opinion that poets will somehow always be around until the end. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael

the search goes on, Jude.
i love that word 'ooze' its sound and suggestions,
positive and negative, an essence of oil or...;
'banished into a cathartic detention of universal mechanics,'
... now there's a rub indeed.

John

“suspended in a conundrum of misplaced moments, originating in a vast collection of camouflaged dreams,”





An aging Poet

Among a gathering of Gods, astrologers,

Intellects, philosophers and a few daring poets

Within an oracle

Stood Before a podium

And arrogantly stated

“I Write”

Whether I am right or wrong

“I Still Write”

Peace be with you



William

Awesome poem, Jude!

Poetry is an elixir of creativity and discipline with creativity providing the substance and the inspiration and the music, while the structure/discipline puts the poem in form that can be absorbed by the reader. You really do need both. You can't really have total creativity or it evaporates quickly into the ether before the reader can read and enjoy it.
Blessings,
Christine

Not to be pedantic about it but Shelley in his Defense of
Poetry said--before he lost me in the history, mechanics, and
ethics of poetry--that a poem may be defined as "the
expression of the Imagination," the "image of life expressed
with eternal truth." Humbly, I might add that poetry can be
the music of life which, as Sage said of Jude's fine poetry,
is "sweet to the ear." Also fun to write. -gene.

May your poems continue to "Ooze" from your golden quill ... You're an amazing Poet, Jude. Write on sweets!

We rose from the ooze and are of it. The flow reaches its peak at sexual maturity and ebbs thereon. While our dreams become more vivid from vast memory, we can no longer put the images to page as in our youth.



Blessed are the young. For only they can get us out the mess-ed we're in.



I think you are getting better--just pruning bad buds.



Roon

Your unique way of expression never ceases to amaze me, Jude. And there is always so much to harvest from what you offer. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

sounds like life - awakened and yet not quite in control of the physical vehicle it finds itself with

"a conundrum of misplaed moments...." Boy, have I been there....have you been spying on my life, Jude??? Poets are survivors, and also, I think, kindred spirits...

Thanks for the poem

Chip Bergeron

i heard a person recently who spoke of this feeling when he got up in the morning as one of "being sentenced to life." and i suppose this is true; but only so long as i hunt around in the past or the uncertain future for "things," as i'm sure to find them. being in the moment is the challenge, that place where we do have form. this poem resonates on every level for me.

Dear Jude,

Socrates suggests that emotions are the "inferior" part of the soul and hence the poet is inferior for associating with them. He believes, then, that the only answer is to banish the poet. There is a conflict between bad poetry and good philosophy. Socrates suggests that bad or "sleazy" poets be banished. He suggests that if poets prove themselves to be beneficial they can be admitted to the ideal state. Admittedly if poets (or anybody else) are beneficial they ought to be banned/banished according to Socrates from an ideal city state.

SOCRATES: "But nevertheless let it be declared that, if the mimetic and dulcet poetry can show any reason for her existence in a well governed state, we would gladly admit her, since we ourselves are very conscious of her spell. But all the same it would be impious to betray what we believe to be the truth... we would allow her advocates who are not poets but lovers of poetry to plead her cause in prose without meter and show that she is not only delightful but beneficial to orderly government and all the life of man..."[etc. etc. Republic Book X; 607c]

What Plato was arguably trying to "get at" in the Republic is the distinction between poetry (appealing to the most basic emotions) rhetoric (persuasiveness based on either emotion or a semblance of reason) and philosophy (appealing strictly to truth and reason).

Jude Forese's moods in motion "ooze" is dulcet poetry, sweet to the ear, melodious, a brief word symphony that rebirths the idea to bring back teaching poetry in the schools...

s

"sentenced to live and die concurrently"

Not so sure how one would do this, but I like that line, it reached out and grabbed me & wouldn't let go...will have to think about it deeper through the day...hope you guys up north didn't drown with the storms last night...e

Jude this alone, along with all your others are budding in beautiful form, Bless ya! Jasmin Horst

Like what Sherry has said.

George

Poetry lives on despite all of this and the poet will continue to write because it is part of his/her being. Once written, poetry is cast out to take on a life of its own and to become, not so much what the author may have intended, but what the reader needs for it to be. Poetry is alive and continues to evolve in the minds of those who read and in the ways that they apply it to their lives. Poetry rides on the rim of the vortex, refusing to ever be drawn into the abyss. Very meaty offering, Jude. Lots to chew on in this one.
Take care,
Sherry

Can't pick a line or two two showcase. They are all vital to complete the poem. Poets have these dread thoughts from time to time, and rightly so; for poets, being poets, usually think beyond the now. Good work, Jude.

cast into the abyss of being,
sentenced to live and die concurrently

Most thought provoking.