well said

excellently worded as always an enjoyable read
Peace be with you

William

Lovely dreamscape

A metaphysical questioning of human relationships, I feel both the physical and psychological dimension of time and space and the way our memory interacts with them.

Axilea

It's funny the things we think we would remember but we don't. Yet our heart never forgets. Sometimes it hurts and other times the memories bring smiles to us.

:) You may feel that you left her lonely beneath cold skies and inscribed testaments of stone but the truth is she has never left you and you would know her voice anywhere and in any crowd if you were to audibly hear it - even for the first time: you instinctively know it from the womb. Love that "universal hum of space without form"; makes me think of Aslan singing the created world into existence in The Magician's Nephew. Perhaps in the same way, you are also calling forth her words and dreams from the 'silence' she has left behind. In many ways and in many of your "ghosty" writings it seems to me that your sympathetic, synergistic energies are mutually channelled. And from mothers to fathers... Hope your Daddy-Day was a good one, Kartero. xx

There are voices in the stars.
peace and light, thanks.
Fakhre

Blimey, I visited dads grave for the first time. I understand such shadowy depth of thought threads.

"into that universal hum of space without form"
nicely penned, jude.
be well.

This "speaks" to my soul because I live it every moment. Thank you for sharing this gift, Jude. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Tender is the poet in You,
jude
so much love in your heart
for soul's depth to recall

Lady Vivian

~Jude~
Scripted words written on the vestige..alone now you soulfully
reach for the voice and visualize the eys melted into words
and dreams. Colbolt sky and star gaze empathy for the spirit.

Lady Mary Ann

I can see you standing before a tombstone and penning this poem in your mind.

Ron

To be left with only memories or worse only memories of others that have been conveyed, as in a family member who passed before we were given a chance to create our own memories of them, is a difficult bridge to cross. There is a certain haunting that occurs as we struggle to put some physical association on our emotions that we have for them. This one pulls deep into the soul of the reader and twists the heart just a little bit harder.
Take care,
Sherry

Sometimes I till hear my Fathers voice in my mind, also my Grandma that I was very close to growing up. I have even smelled the smell of her out on my walks. They are just beyond us, waiting for the day we are called home..

Very moving Jude!
Bless you
Teresa

Jude,

We are left with beautiful memories. When they live in our hearts they never die. Excellent, heartfelt poetry, Jude.

Many blessings,
+Linda

Hey Jude,
Your last three poems read like a soul's journey
Limited recall stands as it should, a finale' as the soul gets prepared for the next leg of your journey toward your destiny. We all have lost someone that seems forever gone in many ways, our limited recall enables us to move forward toward peace and enlightenment. I am sure you are being watched over and loved for the beautiful soul that you are. Tread lightly amongst angels and know that you are loved.
Much peace light and love,
Amber

It is the energy of being that you tease. The mysteries are left for the rest of us to ponder. M.True

Thank you Jude...I lost my wife in 2011, and your poem reminds me of what I've lost.

Chip Bergeron

absent of a wife's tale...but a marker of urban tragedy, truth is we’ve gotten so used to being in the here and now skepticism we now dismiss the handful of tales that are demonstrably true...poetry is a healer and 'limited recall' is an epitaph read by cosmic scholars and they've passed the message on to her, Jude...she knows the oration is spot on with moods in motion...good to see you posting pre-summer solstice...I predict the muse will treat you well this season...be well.

s

Yes, a cemetery stone seems so little with regards a memory of who is buried there...e

Beautifully done and a bit surrealistic to boot, Jude, but it is you writing it so I am not at all surprised. Your voice is dynamite, my friend.