judo for dinner by Elizabeth Jill Note* There will be judo for dinner tonight and you might as well know that the hall may hem but I beg you please, come looking for me. Go into the round room and find the corner I hug. painted oceans moving suns finding aqua in yon ruins nothing leaves locked out this pell still into you I fell and fell sand flecked glass with lend of heat swelted melted souls make mete all time mells at evening's feat into one room one loom one suite painted oceans moving suns finding only few among nothing leaves locked out this pell still into you I fell and fell 08/29/2009 Posted on 08/29/2009 Copyright © 2010 Elizabeth Jill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/29/09 at 03:35 PM This is going in my favorites too.I absolutely love the flow of this poem. The words just roll off the tongue with such smooth rhythm.But I also love the way you employed those key novel words here and there which gives this such a unique distinct quality that is so Elizabeth Jill. I love your work and you! Posted by Marie Andreas on 08/29/09 at 04:34 PM :) I can not get enough of your poetry. Just truely beautiful in every sence . . . Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/29/09 at 04:53 PM Beauteous poem. I feel this struggling in the storms of fate, while greatly falling in the falling wait, I choose this firm cloud that I may also fly through these airy rings of love. I hope the dessert course is another Eden. Thank you for this. Superb write. Posted by Laura Doom on 08/29/09 at 07:07 PM threw me, then through me Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/29/09 at 09:26 PM You live in rooms I wish to wander, in words I can only try to speak. Thank you. Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 08/29/09 at 11:24 PM I don't understand this, but I feel it. Nice! Posted by Tony Whitaker on 08/29/09 at 11:32 PM Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values. Your brilliant achievement in these few words vets your values in volumes! Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/30/09 at 08:30 AM The extraordinary play of words makes this challenging even after multiple reads; and meanings emerge every time. It's a joyful read, and what a felicity with words, with language! Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/30/09 at 09:25 AM I love the title (evokes a sense of forbode), and the haunting text that follows. Congrats once again at hitting No. 1 Jill. Posted by Jon Kary on 08/30/09 at 12:16 PM Your writing is simply breath-taking, Jill. It possesses all of the magic and wonder that one can find in the written word. Thank you. Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 09/03/09 at 02:33 PM A hint of mystery and may hem, the invite and then the descriptive vesre as if describing ones person,relationship. I really like this. You are amazing. smh Posted by William Brunk on 11/18/09 at 05:11 PM this piece plays with me...excellent Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/22/09 at 07:46 AM one is never quite the same after getting hit with this judo chop. If I am a tree I am felled and in no rush to stand erect and re-connect to the base or the roots but gladly toted to the wood shop and be as glad to be turned into knick knack. Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/02/10 at 09:35 PM I like the rhymes and the sounds of the words... especially pell and fell. Pell makes me think of pelted. I loved that last stanza. A treat to read. Thanks. Posted by JD Clay on 07/17/10 at 03:33 PM I'm still falling into your multifaceted verse, EJ. You are as diverse as the mind is wide. Your use of syntax here is couragious and well-founded. It's a complex yet simplistic poem that melds the poetic spirit with each and ever word. Truly spectacular! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.1 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 3 member(s) and 15 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2010 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)