thought provoking read

"the haven" such a ubiquitous dock from which to sail your poetic boat. M.True

everything is drying out in monochrome

excited by an occasional bud of thought
by the window
sporadically turning blue

... I guess it's these fascinating lines (among many) that have prompted me to post my 'desert' write now. Another one that needs to be heard (recited) in order to fully appreciate your intended nuances of emphasis and meaning. Much beauty in your expressions of apathy, decomposition and stifling here. A sad scenario indeed since creativity is the birthplace of life itself. xx

~Jude~
The chalis of creative verve is yours to behold.

Lady Mary Ann

You are a creative writer that leaves the reader with much to think about.

Certainly a depressing state of affairs. Sets the mood exactly, while the exact setting remains a mystery. It could all be a metaphor for the lingering recession. Or it could be simply describing thermodynamics where the world simply deteriorates to a synapse (empty space). Your way with words always shines through.

I'm only going to nitpick two things: first I think it would be better instead of saying "parade" to say façade. Secondly, you use the word synapse quite often. I'm not sure what the dictionary says, but from courses and seminars I took on the brain over 45 years ago and the most recent National Geographic describing the brain, the synapse is a space between the axon of a brain neuron and the dendrite of another brain neuron. I would equate the empty space (probably filled with fluid) as being meaningless in terms of human memory or human function. The neurons contain all of that and transmit proteins called neurotransmitters across the spaces or synapses as a way of communicating.

The geographic article shows that recent studies of mouse brains is revealing a grid like pattern that seems to confirm Karl Pribrim's holographic theory of memory where our memory resides in holographic patterns on the billions of neurons through chemical patterns imposed on the grid.

Just like earlier brain engineers thought that lobotomies would be helpful, I find the word synapse being used for all sorts of brain related activity. But then, as a poet, you have license to use the word anyway you want. ;-)

Ron

Hey Jude,
Wow! Such an intense write. So many thoughts swirl around in my mind as I read this work of art.
These lines for me are a pivotal moment in this poem:

and fumble the touchdown
and spill the chalice of creative verve

now whooshing away by interception

the paradise has lost its charm, its internal hum
it is more like a snore from the depths of universal breath

So impacting and your word chose is impeccable!
Love the line from the depth of universal breath. wonderful!!!!
Much peace, light and love,
Amber

The image is very sad and lonely. I trust there may be yet hope even in the small...

excited by an occasional bud of thought
by the window
sporadically turning blue

Where there is Faith there is Hope.

agreed, there is a malaise of creative fog lingering about - cool blue pic of you there.

Your words make me think of Detroit. Once a creative mecca where dreams were born and spilled into the cups of others bringing them the trill of empowered motion. Sparking a special identity in those who created and enjoyed the muscle and steel that once was the heartbeat of America. Now a rat infested dusty memory of what once was great, crumbling into oblivion, cursing the past for the dreams and memories that have so bitterly died. I am guessing your thought waves were not on Detroit, but you took mine there. Nice work, Jude, I really enjoyed this read.
Take care,
Sherry