I really loved the sentiments: I really loved the sentiments set into place by your opening line. The imagery of the spreading of a blanket for a picnic setting is a follow up that beautifully builds on it. It is a heartening piece of writing :)
A theme in the realm of Poe.: A theme in the realm of Poe. I greatly appreciate that. I recently learned about the woodpecker having a great affinity for acorns, which has quickly proved useful in understanding the reference here. :)
Thank you: Thank you for your comments and for taking the extra time you needed to read my poem :) I know it can be difficult to read and you aren't the first person to comment on this. The color choice actually has meaning itself and honestly I wrote these more for myself, as a way to help myself work through all the trauma. I definitely still appreciate your Comments though and will keep it in mind if i write any other unrelated ones in the future.
Writing prose for me is a: Writing prose for me is a slow process, because I take breaks between nearly every paragraph, and oftentimes ignore stories for awhile; but guess I can say that I'm in the process of scripting an autobiography. And Temple Zafu is another fragment of it so far. Thank you for your very satisfying compliments. It's nice to have an appreciative audience
You know you've read great: You know you've read great poetry when you just have to sit in blissful reflection and let the work shine on its own. It needs no embellishment or dissection. It is . . . (sigh) perfect.
"Dalton is here today on earth,
brooding in the sanctuary of silence"
. . . and teaching us what true art is. My respect.
I too want to know what will: I too want to know what will happen next! I followed your intriguing tour with rapt attention, becoming more fascinated as you spoke of an inclusive world view, something that completely resonates with my Universalist beliefs, and then . . . wait! Then what?
I'll certainly be checking back to catch the rest. Great story.
This is another one of your: This is another one of your choreography poems, and I am just astounded by the way you set so much into motion in such a few words. This poem reminds me---and I mean this as the highest of compliments---of Wallace Stevens; great poem, "Chaos In Motion And Not In Motion" (which I heartily recommend to you). I am convinced that you are one of the most talented Poets on postpoems, and I applaud your accomplishment.
First, please accept my: First, please accept my apology for not keeping up with your new posts. I shall attempt to correct that negligence. This poem is a choreography of movement---which, in my opinion, is one of the most difficult effects to achieve, verbally, and is a mark of a truly accomplished poet. Many scribblers, and we have our share on postpoems, can make a cold, unmoving statue out of poetry; but a real Poet, like you, can make a living, and warm, motion out of the poem. And, although short, the poem stops exactly where it needs to stop---the sun shining through the blinds, and compelling the reader to interpret that without further verbal clues. Like the best of any art, this poem concludes with the reader wanting more; and like that best of any art, the poem wisely, and provocatively, refuses to provide any more, hear; which will lead the ambitious reader to look at more of your poems. Like the best of any art, this poem is deceptively casual while concealing, within its inner mechanism, a very deft and subtle strategy.
You, sir, need not thank me: You, sir, need not thank me for anything. I thank you for posting this essay (please forgive me if I am not using the correct term), which has a style as beautiful as the best of your poems.