I feels good to write: I feels good to write something again, and even better to see your footprints on my page. You're still my favorite poet... still! So having you by is always an honor
I love it here. So, what in: I love it here. So, what in the hell took me so long to come back? I got stuck on the hamster wheel, Patricia. But, now...I'm here in your glorious land of magical metaphorical truths, and I am reminded that you can't challenge the ideology of a violet, anymore than you can be suspicious of a mountain, or accuse a wren of subversion.
Such a beautiful work of art...you and Walnut.
Welcome back, dear virtuoso: Welcome back, dear virtuoso of words, alchemist of language, artisan of verse!
A new Cascade creation is certainly worth waiting for and certainly worthy of the brilliant accolades already given by the expert, Starward.
The savvy musicality crafted from an array of poetic devices further animates your already mind-stretching metaphors. Quite a trip!
But your vehicle, as fantastical as it is, is only part of the value of this expression. You give us sharp, witty, defiant observations on the state of the American psyche, then you present the profound truth that could depolorize and liberate our hearts if only we could accept it, and that understanding is unfurled in these very quotable, unforgettable lines:
"That rainbows have never been formed
By man's hands."
Applauding your formidable Muse.
I receive this kind comment: I receive this kind comment with humble gratitude. The thought crossed my mind, quite early this morning, that I have often written comments describing how to read your poetry, but I have never found, until today, the adequate metaphor to describe your poems in extended and formal verse. Blank verse, as Stevens showed us, is most adequate to such a high subject, and so I chose that as the line format. No one can do full homage to your Poems, as no one can do full homage to the Grand Canyon, or the Orion Nebula; but something should be said.
Thanks to Starward, I found: Thanks to Starward, I found your endearingly relatable and inviting poem. The charming metaphor is perfectly tailored to the experience and the delightful style. A joy to read.
Thank you for the comment,: Thank you for the comment, and I do hope to see more of your poems at postpoems. But I am most glad that you are in that better place you have found.
I can say with all sincerity,: I can say with all sincerity, and I would say it even without the very kind acknowledgment, that this may be your pinnacle, your centerpiece, creation.
Not only is your miraculously gorgeous, sonorous skill on full display, but this elegant work radiates your vision of poetry itself (not just mine) and the grand mission of many writers to be the Prometheus of language—to bring the fire of the sublime down to Earth. Of course, we will never, as humans, fully succeed, but you've made that your ideal, inspired others to do the same and you've come pretty darn close yourself.
Just as valuable as embracing cosmic wonders is the the escape from "this world's assaults, discouragements,/ and mockeries" that your own "Starward" journeys bring.
My immeasurable thanks for the cunning references to my poems and your unwavering support.
It does resolve. By small: It does resolve. By small steps or large, it does resolve. The worst year of my life was 1981: I had earned, the year before, a useless college degree; my parents would not help me with further tuition; my first job, recruited out of college, ended in failure as soon as it began; my then fiancee dumped me; and I came back to my parents home, tail between legs, to be taken in like a charity case (and they reminded me of this constantly). I found a job in early 1982, and though it started rough, by early 1983, things began to turn my way. One normally does not think of how fast the earth turns, or swings around the sun; or that the sun is swinging around the edge of the galaxy---three circular motions that, except for the change of day and night, and the change of seasons, we cannot register on our senses. Yet those movements are always ongoing, and each is considerably small in scale compared to the next one. The movements in our life continue like that, and, by small or large, ultimately resolve the issues.
Aw shucks, thank you. This is: Aw shucks, thank you. This is too on the dogs nose, heh, in my own life right now. I'm glad that it came across that way.
I'm a huge admirer of: I'm a huge admirer of Patricia's poetry as well so this is lovely surprise, I'm embarrassed that my silly little folk inspired poem could sit next to these. My soul feels a bit more "nourished and sustained" after this read. Hoping to write on a regular basis now that I'm in a better place mentally, much love.