PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Thank you for throwing me: Thank you for throwing me that lifeline! And a lifeline filled with radiance, expansive thought and Starward-quality eloquence no less. Really needed to be brought back to reality.   

I am so deeply moved and: I am so deeply moved and honored by the insightful artistry, the kind encouragement, of your comment. I certainly understand time restraints, and the fact that you took the time to read, appreciate and comment on my work means so much. A resounding "Thank you!"    

Sadder still, he was the best: Sadder still, he was the best one then and all signs say will again.. 

How good! I totally ignored: How good! I totally ignored my phone ringing to read this and well I love the ending as much as the faux par. Nicely written held the intimacy and realism well, I felt myself think I've been there before, not the same issue but the same rhythmic dance of words snaking through to get to the truth only to find its actually an eel. Just Good work. Great even! Hugss 

Yes what if all is well? It: Yes what if all is well? It is always well, What a boring way  If heaven is nothing but peace all day No touch  Taste,  Smell, Only foresight  No free will,  How boring if all was well  How great that such a journey begins  Where the dark is the backdrop of light  Constrasting and playing  With blind luck  Seeing strengths we never knew we had  Things we never dreamed  Because we always knew What a gift a is the veil  What a thrill is exposition  Something different to what you knew  The joy of surprise  A truly valuable thing  In the eye of the beholder  Who could not with out life Have beholden.    Such an amazing concept and look at trials and renewal tge art of tempering...    How well you write,  Alwaye a pleasure in every case.   Hugss 

I love the ending drawing in: I love the ending drawing in the reader by addressing them directly leaving them wonder and emphasise the unfinished work. Alot of gobledy goop with some real gems planted inside - insights. Powerful ones. Enjoyed the experience of this poem. I hate AI.

There are always going to: There are always going to readers who either scorn, misunderstand, or condemn your poems.  And keep in mind that even Jesus was accused of being in league with the devil during His ministry.  I guess that slaphappy stupidity comes with the territory. And that territory, please remember, is to help explain the Cosmos to itself.  No single Poet can do the complete job; all of us who are called to that vocation have to do the part assigned to us.  Remember how Adam, in Eden, was called to name the animals.  That task being finished, we are called, as his sons and daughters, to name and explicate the Cosmos and its many parts:  and it is everything from two lovers holding hands to two stars arising from the sa,e nebula and orbiting each other.  That can be explicated scientifically, but it also quietly requires---even demands---Poetry to also describe this mechanism.  This is the vocation to which you have been called, and until your final poem is written, you will have work to do.