The ones that we tyhink ot away never quite did, else why would ther be memories?

Chip Bergeron

ah, that great circuit breaker...
deeply moving write,
be well,
carolyn

What is so striking about this poem is the paradoxical nature of love's tender touch and sharpness of edge, even though the blade to persuade or cut is left in your scabbard. Well done.

I loved the feel of this very much. It took me inside every line and led me through corridors of color and life in a unique way...

You've expressed this beautifully jude. The detail and connections that intertwine objects and scenes with a fading reality. Very cool.

peace and love
dan

this is precious, every line , beautiful poetry. ~ Morgan

you paint her image like a picture on the wall, gazed upon and looking for her essence within the existance of life.

If you hadn't posted this at the time that you did I might have thougt it to be an ode to Whitney Houston, though as I read it again, it certainly could be interpreted in other ways. Memories of lost loves, broken wings and those who have risen up and away from this place all seem to collect in the same chamber of our heart. I breathed a big sigh as I finished reading this as it is so heavily laden with sadness, dusted by the sands of time and colored by wisperings of regret. Very beautiful writing, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Endless waves of memories...your words touched me deeply, written with grace, sadness felt~

Love Patrick's "anachronism" idea which articulates wonderfully the enduring state of that which is slowly developed "right before the eyes" as opposed to the "quick fix" sleights of hand of our unfathomable, intangible modernity. How this quietly ruffles the watery surface of my own soul right now with its notion of what has been "left behind before the beyond came forward" (aligning with my "Living before me and after me the life I’ve never met") How endlessly captivating and fascinating this pursuit of our otherness is! And this is also a fabulous Rorschach companion to your alternative "getting away" in dream scene (ff)... vapors. The emotional colours and textures are similar and yet there is an enduring vibrancy of character that sets the stage and city alive in this one. And yes, that flowering plant will continue to grow seemingly forever as long as the roots remain undisturbed: providing fresh blooms of beauty and leaves of much-needed nutrition and breathing in season. This seeps an undivided loyalty and rapt attention to detail born of a great affection, Kartero; aching and beautiful. xx

Sepia. Now that's something you don't really see much any more. An anachronism I suppose like Kodak film and ammonia blueprints and now the incandescent light bulb. Replaced by the digital magic of the devil's soul. Patrick

lovely and heartbreaking. beautiful pictures in my mind, dreaming your words out of sadness into a brighter, loving day.

"Sepia" toned be your poem!
Oh! But *Jude* colorful
be forever your heart!!


For these bright lines that echo...


"breathing within pastel drawings
left behind before the beyond came forward"


Forever in Love with Love...Lady Vivian

Time is like the sepia, faded and dim. Like a distant star, she fades in time, too. Alluring and beautiful poetry.

Ron

This poem has the feel of the 30's where sepia was prevalent, you paint a sepia painting in our minds as we read each detail you pen.
I personally feel that it's another example of letting something/someone get away because of circumstances beyond our control..regrets, there's been a few but he did it his way!!!!! Frankie knew how to belt out the truth didn't he...So Jude, do it your way, have it your way, but please don't forget to keep your eyes open and your heart focused. Live for each moment that you have a breath, and don't have any regrets...That's what I am doing. Love this "colorful" poem. So many other thoughts but best to stop now...lol
I, of course could go on and on.......

Much peace, light, and love,
Amber

Truly fine poetry that awakens the soul and the senses, Jude. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reflective mirrored visions of sepia ~ beautifully penned
Lady Mary Ann

I thoroughly agree with Jerry here, Bob...for some reason I rarely get the deeper meaning within your poetry, but with this one I see & hear you quite deeply...e

There is so much good writing here, Jude that it boggles the mind. You are Authors Den's Poet Laurette. There is no question or argument of that. To pick a line, a favorite line in this, and many other of your poems is just not possible. New York City seethes throughout these words, with all it bright lights, broken dreams and tragedy tenfold. Fantastic!

stunningly beautiful