hmmm.......to see a heart, impossible maybe, but, you can feel it, sit right in it .....usually it will touch you back. ~ Morgan

all I can say is "blood is thicker than water"..especially a stallion's blood.

Ragno

If introspections were odious dear Jude, this would smell to high heaven, bless ya!

... indeed you are, Kartero: I was lunching in a kitsch, "shabby-chic" gastrolounge in Belfast that had been converted from a warehouse butchery at the time you posted this poem yesterday! :)) Thankfully the city centre is now free of all the blood and pain of former years (apart from that created by global fiscal policy) and, as ever, the Irish exude a charming warmth, grace and deep thoughtfulness. But a fascinating C-section you give us here: perhaps a slight hark back to Blood of My Muse - "Before me a dream relinquishes Its symbolic journey Into the bleeding vessel of my heart So I may become whole again" - but the image conjured is visceral in its latent fecund "womb"-iness and sense of pre-and-pro-creativity. Makes me think of incubating life in Petri dishes (especially with your original "Blood letting" title) -and yes, the old-fashioned photographic darkroom processes. Prescient, penetrating, potent and poignant. My own fever has now peaked but the concert on Friday at the Ulster Hall was AWESOME! :))))))) xx

Blood being the essence of life,
I commend you for creating this
feeling in such few words *Jude*

Lady Vivian

nice

powerful write

m

If you are looking through my window you must be having a great time at the moment LOL. Just one of those days where the magic continues.

Suggestion: Go to my profile on FB to experience Julia - A Shamanic Musician from Yakutian - Siberia on Video, then I challenge you to use Goggle and type in the word Khomus to continue with this journey :-) Enjoy :-) (if i was tech I would share the link LOL) I thought of you when I came here to AD to share this message :-)

A rythum of the soul. Very interesting.

Lady Mary Ann

Hey Jude,
This one in a mind spinner for sure. Deeply filled with emotions that I can feel as if my own. That window, well, it is intriguing to say the least, but none the less, open wide to let that blood, filled with the most ultimate love flow through it, and into that place that only gets satisfied when it is a pure, true love emblazed deeply within one's blood. If this doesn't make sense, it's because of my cold medicine, I am so sick right now, I need some tlc...

I love this poem, and all it's implications.

Peace, light, and love,
Amber

vital, visceral and invigorating... concise and incisive... trenchant.

that window overlooks all your other internal organs...e