Thank you for your: Thank you for your extraordinary courtesy in spite of your hardships. Sending prayers and positive thoughts your way. Be well, gifted Poet and bringer of light.
The poetic edifice that you: The poetic edifice that you have been constructing, poem by poem, over the years is, I believe, incontrovertible proof that one of the primary functions of the poetic vocation is to participate in, and advance, the process of the Cosmos explaining itself to itself. You not only speak to humanity on earth, you speak to and for star systems, galaxies, nebulae, rogue comets, and meteor showers. Two to three thousand years ago, Poets created the myths by which stars and constellations have been named. Now, the responsibility to explicate what has been named becomes a new Poetic process and vocation, for which you are eminently qualified. This is why, in my opinion, it is vitally important that every poem you complete takes its rightful place on the internet (hopefully, postpoems).
Any comment from you is not: Any comment from you is not only a privilege, but a validation. I thank you for visiting this poem, and for explicating it with your usual shrewd and authoritative remarks. I apologize for the brevity of this response; but at the moment I am facing a small crisis of sorts. I did not want to appear ungrateful for the comment.
Thank you so much. This is: Thank you so much. This is actually a poem I wrote in 1981 and it's the first time it has been presented. I have also placed it on my youtube channel.
Thx again :)
I have been reading Poetry: I have been reading Poetry since April of 1973. And in all that time of reading, I cannot remember encountering a poem that compared the Beloved to Poetry. The whole poem is excellently orchestrated: the rhyme scheme, the flow of the sense from line to line, and the delicacy of the emotion conveyed---all of it is choreographed, or perfectly balanced like the gears and escapement of a fine clock before the digitial age. I applaud your accomplishment here.
You were spot on in your: You were spot on in your assessment of my core message, and I couldn't feel more gratified that you not only used your mental laser-pointer to illuminate it, but presented it with overwhelming magnificence. A poet couldn't ask for more, but there was more . . .
After grasping my burning intention for many of my expressions, you defined my overall theme of unity as a "Cosmology". Just where, starbound Poet, do I begin to thank you for seeing and appreciating that?
I'm also thrilled by your very kind reassurance that my processes work. That means more than you can imagine and more than I could, in one lifetime, thank you for.
Peace and Light.
The power of this poem: The power of this poem functions on two levels: the beauty of its language, and the content that it presents to the reader. This is excellent work.
I woke in the middle of the: I woke in the middle of the night to find that this poem has posted; and as I have said for a couple of years now, a poem posted by Patricia is an event. This poem embodies that excitement. The supple slenderness of her brief lines reveals a profound depth of meaning that fully blossoms toward the conclusion of the poem.
Her poems are, primarily, poems of process. They are choreographies of those processes which, in her Poetry, normally take place on a cosmic scale or stage. If she writes about a flower blooming in some meadow, you can assume that there is also, in some part of the galaxy, a star emerging from a nebula and igniting unto light and warmth.
Her metaphors and similes are very dramatic, and the crows like priests that do not know what vows are, is downright comical. But whatever effect is rendered by her poetic devices, they are all carefully and skillfully directed to the same end: to describe the connectedness of all aspects of existing in a community of all things that exist. The blooming flower in a meadow on earth shares a fellowship with the newly emerged and glowing star. Whiile this is Poetry, and no one can dispute that fact, it is also a fully functional Cosmology (but without all the tedious mathematical equations; one need not have studied Calculus to understand her Poetry).
Like Wallace Stevens' Poetry, Patricia's has a deliberate center of gravity which is usually deep within the poem, and in this particular poem it is in the final eight lines. Here she shows us the connectedness or community of all existence: everything has to do with everything everywhere. This is a cosmologically credal statement---as self-evident as any of Euclid's axioms, but even more essential. The connectedness of all things is axiomatic because all things were created by God, the name of Whom was revealed to Apostle John (chosen appropriately from among them all) as Love. And Love has given the task of explication to certain Poets . . . not every Poet, but only a chosen few, among whom is Patriciajj.
That's so sumptuously: That's so sumptuously beautiful and spontaneous! You certainly have an innate gift. Thank you kindly for honoring me with it. Keep penning, splendid Poet.
Thank you so much for your: Thank you so much for your kind words, and for visiting my YouTube channel, they are so appreciated. Not getting many views on YouTube sadly.
Here is my poem to you, that has sprung from your beautiful compliment.
In whispered tones so softly sent,
A compliment as heavens’ scent,
Where words, like dew on morning's bloom,
Illuminate the subtlest gloom.
O blesséd speech that thus imparts
A summer's warmth to winter hearts!
Thy gracious air, with charm replete,
Makes every echoed pulse so sweet...
It was pure pleasure to read: It was pure pleasure to read this vibrantly woven, glittering and lighthearted ode to dreamcatchers. My daughter suffered from nightmares when she was young, and the only cure seemed to be mom sleeping in her room, but just for fun I bought her a beautiful dreamcatcher for her wall.
Always loved them and I loved your crisp, mystical, lilting description of them in this marvelous poem.
I will definitely check out your YouTube channel!
I love how your variety of: I love how your variety of settings is as boundless as your imagination: here you set the stage in a museum where only the works of great masters are displayed, and here, enshrined on canvas and playing many parts (not unlike the figures in your plethora of poetic depictions), is the epitome of inner and outer beauty, gentle dignity, self-assured elegance and earthy playfulness right down to the unshod feet.
With a stroke of brilliance, you found a way to make your character so electrifying and, well, real, that he almost jumped off the canvas (as he, in many costumes and roles, jumps off the screen in your poems) :
". . . The paintings sometimes seemed to move,
being full of the most provocative vivacity."
Your subtle handling of eroticism erupts with far more power than explicit "telling" could ever do.
As in many of your Ad Astra poems, venomous, irrational judgement from society slithers on the fringes, but never manages to defile what is, in its essence, sacred and pure, because, what else can love be?
Love, being one of the many names of God.
And here's where we get to the lasting impact, the legacy, the intention of this series. In an age of censorship when neo-fascists want to erase an entire subculture (or anyone that doesn't look or think like them), you make the marginalized and too often silenced shine in their own resplendent truth. In your deft and compassionate hands, you make them feel seen.
As I glided through your supple, fine-crafted and stirring story (the pacing is always perfection) I was delighted by your cunning reveal: the old man was the model! Bravo!
Then you ended on such a heart-clutching note that I'm still impacted as I write this. Like all great poetry, one still feels it long after the last line is read.
Another success.
Yes, when I was younger, I: Yes, when I was younger, I had hopes of visiting there, as well as other sites in Paris, but the circumstances of my life have made that only wishful thinking.
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