PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My previous reply was: My previous reply was unintentionally brief, even hurried, because of the gout attack on my left hand, which affected three of my fingers.  Today, however, the pain has partially subsided (colchicine seems to be my new best friend, lol), so I wanted to just briefly extend my previous comment with this sequel to it.  Very much, I appreciate your understanding and acceptance of the poem; and your comment on the poem's final line substantiated (if I may use that word without sounding arrogant) the point I wanted the poem to make:  that the love for which many are still shamed and shunned in this country---and persecuted even to the point of murder (judicially, or by thugs or assassins)---does deserve to be celebrated across the cosmos, because love is love is love.   I shall say, again, that my Ad Astra poems would not exist without the encouragement and empowerment you gave me.  I think there are many more poems to write for it, and I hope to be given sufficient time for that.  But, to whatever extent it grows, your kindness stands at the series' conception and commencement.   And for that, I will always be grateful.

This supreme gift of: This supreme gift of solidarity to the unjustly repressed stands upon pillars of understanding, compassion, honesty and epic courage. I believe it defines the entire series which is a lifeline, pulling others to the shores of inner safety and self-acceptance, but most of all the courage to love who they will love and be who they will be.   In your metaphorically apt sky full of awareness and acceptance, stars mirror the blazing desire and closeness of the couple. Amazing!    You made, in my opinion, the best decision changing "their love" to "Love". Besides being more eloquent and sweeping, it makes the earth-trembling statement that "love is love", then this thought culminates in a most regal, triumphant and soul-affirming last line that thunders even after it is read.   Writers like you change the world. Applauding! 

Beekeeping is quite: Beekeeping is quite fascinating. We never undertook it but I remember as a child being taken to the forest to go honey hunting from wild bee hives that have been built into tree hollows and such.

Yes, it is: Yes, it is It's very sad A life cut short What makes it bad Cannot be measured In tears alone Life must be treasured  Though it's unknown We struggle each and every day To find the meaning of this play We think of those we've left behind  And hope to attain peace of mind  

A life-affirming outlook I: A life-affirming outlook I can get behind!   The blithe, witty and lighthearted tone of your accessible expression certainly does have the feel and metaphorical significance of tumbling . . . into a stratosphere of renewal and hope.   I absolutely love this:     "Each time I tumble a little lower, I get higher in my self The hope I hang prayers on hovers And its smile is contagious"   I can relate, and yes, I'll come along!  

Nothing life threw at you: Nothing life threw at you could break you . . . until you looked into her eyes.   A stirring, timeless sentiment. Loving it!