Ohmygoodness, how I feel this; I sometimes feel like I exist on a planet of one right where I am, Kartero, and can frequently be convinced it is ME that is the unhappy one with the arterial dysfunction to be sooooooooo out of sync with the happy bunnies around me who like it the way you describe it!!! How the "continuing saga" just drones on... But, on the other hand, come on; be honest... Aren't we so-called "luminaries" also guilty of skinning the same cat a hundred different ways?! I'm beginning to understand that REAL poetry is all about taking the humdrum and finding fresh new ways to interpret it to delight and enflame the soul (and to shake the sleepwalkers into a new recognition of the ACTUAL world around them...) rather than the WOW! factor of the glaringly obvious but couched in pseudo-psycho-pop-speak. Whatever... it certainly hasn't all been said; especially not by YOU! BTW, love the tie-in with the title of "just living to the beat of bodily functions"... I'm such a three-year-old at heart! :)) xx

some once said to me there are only seven stories it's how you choose to tell it.~ Morgan

You are very good at reading entrails. However, some seem only able to write about them. And I fall into the trap of just telling a story that I could never turn into a scene. Profound pondering here… profound.

Ron

I disagree, Jude, there is always more to write,but sometimes we have to wait until we're ready to catch up with it;-)Excellent pondering...

There may be more to living than just living..a deep in the heart phrase that delves into ones thoughts to a sacred moment discovered.
Lady Mary Ann

All has been said, true, but not necessarily well, so we keep trying, and that's a good sign.

say it again & again; the mystery never dies, the colors never fade...

Live within the light, speak only the truth and love with all that the heart can muster. Perhaps in teaching by example and not trying to beat it all into those who have not yet learned, is the best way to live life. There is a chance that no one will get it but in the end staying true to ourself, no matter the spin that goes on around us, will prove to bring us the most satisfaction and peace. Your words sound like someone who is cruising along in their own space, unaware of all the negativity of the world, then a road block comes up and suddenly they are forced to see the world that others live in; a most disappointing reality check is the result.
Take care,
Sherry

I completely relate. The deeper I get the less I can write...dang, maybe I shouldn't have taken the red pill.. LOL

especially upseting,

when there is no more to write

because it all has been said


Your verses indicate deep thought and awaken reflection in the reader, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Maybe it has all been said. But that doesn't mean it has all been heard.
Press on MacDuff! Patrick

obviously the delusional reviewer below doesn't get it.

"all has been said" only to those who have "a heart with a broken artery" ... those whose heart is full of verve, have the universe to discover, and offer fresh new ideas to play in ... this poem explores only one angle where the heart resides ...

Such fine artistry written of a heart of sadness!
A mind disengaged from heart trying to carry the full weight of existence...the need of heart and mind to join and face life together.
Blessings,
Christine

Is that possible, having all being said & being unable to write anything more...? You always have a great deal to say & make the reader think...e

Hey Jude,

Wow, this doesn't sound like the Jude I know. Exhaustion wreaks havoc all over this poem. Send me your weak, your poor, your defeated and I will fill them with a light that will inspire and revive...Not sure why I just wrote that, but my muse told me to do it. I love the way you brought us through an emotional roller coaster ride, to zing us with



that especially upsets,



when there is no more to write



because it all has been said







If it is up to me, or you, or anyone here on AD, it hasn't all been said, there is so much more to all of it...Write from the inspiration of the "silence" of your heart and you will be inspired once again...



Love the way you got me riled up here..



Peace, light, and Love,

Amber

Some say there are no new ideas, but sometimes those "some" are wrong, Jude. I refuse to believe that "all has been said." I understand where you are coming from here, but I think there is a vast empty space just waiting for the brightest among us to fill with tomes and ideas that no one yet has given thought to.

what is the point,
trying to persuade the predisposed
to grasp
more than mere clichés of existence?

It's an exhausting ordeal indeed, especially these sad and callous days.