Moths break flight: Moths break flight, aglow
From their swamp (my stomach).
Still, blissful bellchimes
Toward which they flutter-
Towers thru flowery air.
Thank you for the kind: Thank you for the kind comment. I also enjoyed the news about Trump's star beginning to decline; I truly hope that is the case, it would be the answer to prayer.
Your comment reminded me about the great French Poet, Ambassador Paul Claudel, who believed that the star Algol (the name is Arabic for Ogre or Ghoul) was, somehow, inherently evil. So now, one of Algol's adopted sons has troubled us recently. I do not think History will find him much different, in personality, than the Bavarian housepainter or the failed lawyer now on display across from the Kremlin.
This is fantastic. I,: This is a marvelous poem/ I, personally, have never figured out the differemce between Tanka and Kyoka, as they are, essentially, the same form, and the same as you have used here. But Tanka, like Senryu (which uses the Haiku format), is not restricted to nature poems; Tanka and Senryu can be about anything. And, in this poem, you have done one of the things that all poetry, but especially the Asian forms, does very well: a mundane aspect of life is given poetic expression and becomes important, despite those who would merely take it for granted.
And thanks for the mention in the notes section. I appreciate it very much.
This is like an epic poem: This is like an epic poem compressed into a very small space, and that is a great talent to have. The ancient poet, Callmiachus, said that a big poem was a big headache; the twentieth century poet, J. V. Cunningham, made a most admirable literary career on that premise; and you are continuing the grand tradition in a major way. I applaud your poem and the talent that brought it into existence.
Thank you for your kind: Thank you for your kind comments. I did change one word in the first line, so that the poem presents a conversation after lovemaking, That was my original attention, but I did not proof-read well when I posted it.
Can't help but say it: Hauntingly beautiful. Bittersweet, yet as winter pays for summer, it seems tears are sown to joy. Summer returns, ever again, though.
I was not aware that the 21st: I was not aware that the 21st bore that significance. I shall be better prepared, Lord willing, next year. Unfortunately, I spent yesterday undergoing a medical procedure, and then with an extreme reaction to the dope I was given prior to the procedure---such that I slept through the remainder of the day and only just now have awakened to catch up.
It's one of those events that: It's one of those events that we are somewhow unsure of how to celebrate. Poetry still appears to have yet an embrace and reach as other arts have received among the general populace.
I'm thrilled that you took: I'm thrilled that you took the time to read and appreciate one of my older works. Your steadfast support means more than you know. Thank you for the radiant and eloquent gift you left here.