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 This really touched me,:  This really touched me, thank you. That opening line was meant to carry its own weight, almost like a hinge the rest of the poem could lean on, so it means a lot that it struck you so strongly. And describing the “restless stillness” of reverb as more than a feeling, but an experience is exactly the atmosphere I was hoping to conjure, where silence itself becomes charged with memory. Your words capture the spirit of the piece beautifully.

   It's awesome that you:    It's awesome that you imagined it as a creature trembling up there in the beams — that’s exactly the kind of half‑seen presence I that could be left open in the silence. Is it just sound fading, or something else waiting in the rafters? I’m glad that little shiver at the end came through for you.

Sometimes, for some things,: Sometimes, for some things, there is no other recourse but to go that way. And thre is that deep realisation that the passage is not cheap and there is an altering at such depths.  This was aiming for that bittersweet mix of loss and resilience, so your mention of Ulysses feels spot on. Thanks for reading and sharing your much valued reaction.

Wise words once again: Jesus man! You were breaking my heart there. I kept thinking, "He's not going to end it this way is he?!!" I mean, everything you say here really stings with real human experience and loss. A solemn rite of passage indeed. But you pull it off wonderfully.   Reminds me of the end of Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson: "Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'We are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,—One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." Thanks for your poem!

Living seems possible here: Wow! Some stunning imagery and some really unforgettable lines. I sense that there were some difficult times in your life behind such striking imagery.  As this was written 22 years ago, and as you are stull writing vrilliant stuff, I'm glad you chose life!   Interesting pairing of fire and water imagery.   So generous with water So lavish with light.   What can I say.   Peace

“a pause leans into: “a pause leans into itself”    I could have stopped right there and felt the full force of your blazing pen.    But the best was yet to come. Like all fine, atmospheric art in any form, just a wisp of detail or an evocative visual surging with memory, so much like “reverb”, so restless in stillness, creates more than a feeling: it conjures an experience.    As always, a stunner.