Sometimes you just need a hearing aid. Patrick

So sad......

Chip Bergeron

yikes, jude! you are making my ass tired! drowning, drowning, drowning...
peace,
carolyn

Sometimes there are people who love each other never understand each other because they speack different love languages. Great poem.

...we receive the sounds we are synaptically tuned to hear - notwithstanding the uniqueness of each voice, I think. But words on a page are totally different; little black and white marks (like notes of music) that are open to interpretation - to harmony or dissonance - perhaps even more than oral dialogue. It's a shame when shared visions are overwhelmed in seas of semantics, lost amidst miscommunicating silences, erased by mists of time and place; such bridges may be breached and suspension beams disintegrateed in the far reaches of the mind, but who can forget each individual Catalina-moment of pure synchrony for the way it once made you FEEL: alive and connected in an eternal moment for certain sure! This is indeed a "roshan" write, Kartero, showing how, even though we may all ultimately inhabit a planet of one in terms of our poor attempts at human communication, the desire to put 1 + 1 together and make either 2 or 11 is totally irresistible, unpredictable... and both will always be right! :)) A story of all old loves, lost loves and frustrated loves - and one that shows that, yaps and yelps apart, the heart WILL always go on... Keep swimming! xx

Very lucid lines about language, speech and the written word. Intriguing articulation that leads to the bridge imagery, one that I always find interesting...

Axilea

i love it. :)

Jude,
I have read this poem over and over, trying to get a handle on what you are trying to say. I feel a sense of withdrawal from a broken relationship that just isn't working any longer...Sounds to me like you are in a cocoon of your own, just waiting for that time to break free. There is nothing like the present moment to succeed...
relationships come and go, people have moments of clarity and when the time is right, clarity and love will prevail..

Much in need of my own breaking out also..I believe it's time for all light people to break out of their routines and go toward that elusive butterfly's flight and take wing and fly, fly, fly!!!

Much peace, light and love,
Amber

Your poem grabs my attention and elicits my thinking process, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

when the analysis openly begins, strained relations cannot be far behind -- for interpretation is as individual a process as can be imagined -- is it all in the dialect, in the vernacular, or is it really in the semantics and innuendo -- non-verbal communications play such a subjective part of our verbal exchanges -- me thinks it is none of these -- it is the pure desire to abide that is the make or break root of relationships -- we all callously offer everything else as the sacrificial lambs for failure -- good stimulus for me this day jude -- I bid you joy, love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael

HAHAHA! Too bloody right mate, it's not just the American dialect, but the diction that is used in live convo' that is near impossible to understand. Yet on the page, it is as you say. (Almost)



Outstanding write, as ever. I love the humour within humour in this poem. Tops!

So many of us seem to be drowning these days.

No one can be everything for anyone and some just can't be anything for someone. It is a twisted web when we try to keep people in our lives whom we knew, early on, were not a right fit for us. I have found myself intrigued by some of those people though, and have revisited that state of confused hell that materializes when we try to communicate. You are right when you say it seems like that particular duo each come from different planets, it is impossible to find a common ground where the two can stand and enjoy one another's company; they speak a different language on all levels. Happy Thanksgiving, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Reminds me of some relationships I've had that went south, some in a hurry, some over half a lifetime.

First, let me say that I'm so glad that you have recovered your vision and can post so frequently as before. So many have dropped off in ill health.

I always thought water "flowed under the bridge," but in this case it appears that everything about the written correspondence was "over the top," while when an actual conversation communication failed.

This appears to be autobiographical, but that's okay, because it brings out your best.

Ron

Magnificent poetry ~ I can relate to this both emotionally and for some strange reason viscerally, I mean physically.
Happy Thanksgiving
Christine

"..like i'm from another world
and perhaps she's right"
i hear you, Jude, i hear all
the misunderstandings and miscommunications
flesh is heir and prone to.

John

This is 100% pure Jude Forses...this is why I keep coming to this site.
Love to you and yours
from
kay

haha is she playing your lexicon game or are you playing hers... a bit of both I'd say... maybe the best of both worlds... still teasing us out of thought as you tease thoughts out of us, I see...

This one takes some thought, at least for me, Bob...rarely do I have to use my brain, but when I do I enjoy doing so...Happy Thanksgiving to you & yours...Ed

I hear ya. No matter how careful we think we are, sometimes one+one=disaster!