There's a beauty to the: There's a beauty to the sorrow here, a beauty that I think makes sorrow sometimes worthwhile, and of course we know that beauty is breathed love. And in all these seemingly small acts, you breathed love, and may it's beauty - which is yours - be your solace.
Yes. I wholly take to your: Yes. I wholly take to your metaphors. And, never seeking to write such things just to soak in sadness or despair, the itty-bitty hammer is once more in hand as the pen rests. Thank you for reading, and for sharing true wisdom.
How Read?: I read my poems loudly, precisely, and with enthusiasm. This one has very crisp t's and emphasis on endings. I write it, read it over aloud to capture the emphasis that matches the meaning - like an actor presenting a part. Reading IS a performance and i've read a lot over forty years to develop a spoken word form - You have to hear it to know.
Well Said b4i8islept. aka Roger. : Old love is close to my arterial schlerotic valentine that acheth and it loves just about everything right about now. It's nice to be filled with tender and passionate feelings at 62, I'll be absolutely dangerous at 65. - Be well.
A Poignant Read: I hope your penning this read has helped you incorporate your moving sadness into some affirmative action or understanding. Our societal woes are humongous rocks, and all we have are itty-bitty hammers. I guess the trick is to get all those itty-bitty hammers pounding in unison.
Infinite chains. Quite a: Infinite chains. Quite a thought. And, I imagine, quite an accurate description.
Boy, what a surprise on Ebeneezer Scrooge's face when he died. "Dammit, Marley lied to me. I did all that good and still - look at all these chains! I can't see the end of it all!" So maybe he was told a half truth :)
(And thank you, by the way!)
A start, unshackling infinite: A start, unshackling infinite chains one by one,
entering the introspection of the proud mother
Nice little poem indeed you have writ.
I don't doubt you :) And: I don't doubt you :) And bless you and the family for it.
I think there's probably a real serene approach in helping through a garden. It's a peaceful environment through which to deal with such a troubling time and matter. Growing food here, and having done community gardens, I've definitely found a huge amount of serenity and helpful time of reflection. Plus, there are the rewards of nature. Even in a more urban environment, hopefully butterflies and the like. A favorite such memory of mine was discovering that praying mantids could turn purplish, as I observed several of them amount a cluster of Ararat Basil (a purple and green leafed variety). Couldn't find any scientific literature on it for almost another decade, and even till this day the documentation is scant, but I know what I was lucky enough to see. The little rewards, eh?
To me, this poem reads more: To me, this poem reads more true than The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot. And I spent three years in a deep study of his poetry; but you describe the process of being a Hollow Man in terms far more poignant, and far more direct, than he used. And, though he was great, and won the Nobel Prize, he avoided controversial subjects (except for his faith); and, in my opinion, avoidance is not really a fit subject for poetry. Anyhow, what I am attempting to say---is this is an excelent poem! Very, very excellent.
Pestilence: .
A word appropriate at many conditional crossroads of 2021. Pestilence: I have not heard Covid called that. It is. I do look at he sky hoping for blue and when it is there the looking up was worthwhile. ~S~
"frazzled brain cells": .
Yes! That's it! The defnition and cause of what this feeling is at operation. Used brain defrazzler needed desperately. Chuckle, (if you dare).
~S~
As a family: We give food and money. Once I get hand surgery (post jab and herd immnity) I want to volunteer. I will to build up stamina from being sedentary for a year plus. Can't lift so food bank is out. Will see - not young anymore - I still think I'm 50.
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Working a neighborhood garden would be sweet! To feed folks in the summer to late Fall. Veggies. Fresh. I'd like that kind of helping and giving.
~S~