dream juice (g) ... on fire (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 21, 2012

the center of the campfire is all-consuming,
dazzling, poetic

it dances with archetypal partners
performing moves to delight and inspire

... Just like the visual I used on my old Mauritian poem, Aerodynamics of Love. You will be in your element with your Bird of Paradise later. xx

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 18, 2012

Now how did I miss this one, I really like this series, Bob...though at the moment I am too high to comment, I just wanted to stop by and say HIGH...;-)e

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on March 18, 2012

What really captured me in this piece is how it reminded me of the hypnotic powers of fire; of nights sitting around a campfire and getting lost in the flickering of the flames (perhaps a bit distracted and dizzy from smoke inhalation as well)and coming to the realization that I was not hearing one word of the conversation going on. I was mesmerized by the warmth and the consistant changes of the flames, licking one spot then on to another, consuming the fuel I had fed it and rewarding me with all of its charms. I was meditatating, in a way, still aware of my surroundings but listening only to the voice within the flaming embers. Great stuff, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on March 17, 2012

all consuming trance, or a desire. the hypnotic senses giving in. cool poem ~ Morgan

Reviewed by Asa Seeley

Reviewed on March 17, 2012

very well done...and enjoyed. thanks for sharing.

asa

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on March 16, 2012

Dance on in the fire Jude, you are in your element there!

Reviewed by Deborah Tornillo

Reviewed on March 15, 2012

J: Ouch, I feel the heat!

Deborah

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Reviewed on March 15, 2012

There is no end to what you can scry by dreaming further on. You are blessed, Jude to know rthere is more there than meets the eye.

Chip Bergeron

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on March 15, 2012

Campfires licking at one's senses!!!
*Jude*
And You certainly captured the mood!!!

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi

Reviewed on March 14, 2012

Yes, this is one of those poems glowing with passion and vision,typical of your vibrantly-meditative style!

Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)

Reviewed on March 14, 2012

Wonderful poem, Jude! I'll bring the marshmellows ;)

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on March 13, 2012

Hey Jude,
Your poem brings into my mind the Native American practice of Fire Ceremonies...here is an example of how it is done:

Each of us bring something to burn that we would like to rid from our past (in Full Moon) or a prayer request of something new (in New Moon), that will burn, turn to smoke and release into the ethers. This allows the past energy to move along to its highest spiritual progression path and the new prayer request to move along to its highest spiritual progression path. We may bring pictures, drawings, or intentions written on a piece of paper for the past or the newness. For the past, after we have burned and released it, then we have something prepared that is written down on a clean sheet of paper. This would be something new that we would like to call forth from God. For the newness, the prayer request is then burned and released into the ethers thereby replacing the past.

We form a circle around the fire and one by one we call in support from Divine Sources that give us peace. E.g. - God, Jesus, Creator, the Blessed Virgin Mother, Spirit, the Universe, the Archangels, the Saints that we may feel closest to, Guardian Angels, etc. We start with a prayer, and end with a prayer that is coupled with thanksgiving that our prayers and intentions have already been answered.

Keep in mind, no one is obligated to speak during a Fire Ceremony. Anyone can participate without stating what they are releasing or calling forth.

After we have called in our Divine Source we place into the fire our pictures, drawings and intended release of the past. Once these things have burned to smoke and ash, we then place into the fire what we have written on clean sheet of paper. This would be what we desire to replace those old energies with and call in new.

The things we address from our past or call into our future can be shared with the group or kept to ourselves as we go through the Fire Ceremony.

Somehow, I believe you already know this practice.
You intrigue me every day.

Much peace, light, and love
Amber

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on March 13, 2012

feels warm just reading it :)

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 13, 2012

Fire has a way of drawing us in, revealing our deepest memories, of a time when the only heat we had was from the sun or a campfire.

Ron

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on March 13, 2012

Embers glow golden red moves to delight and inspire.
Dreaming Furthur on..waiting for more..
Splendid dreamscape Jude
Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 13, 2012

Fantastic writing Jude.

Rose

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)

Reviewed on March 13, 2012

...you really are transforming base materials into gold here with these poems... wonderful work, Jude.

Roger

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 13, 2012

the center of the campfire is all-consuming,

dazzling, poetic

As one who loves to camp and stare into mesmerizing campfires in the middle of nowhere, I can truly relate to this.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on March 13, 2012

As you continue with your "dream" poetry I am seeing an awakening in each of them. Exploring the metaphysical can be an exacting thought process, and at the same time an elusive one. You seem to have captured both of these within yourself, and relay your finding to your avid readers. Thank you for good poetry.