Nice!: Something very daoist about this poem. Calm, magisterial, so intimately bound up with the details of life and yet so unmoved by them.
Beautiful snapshots of life!
Peace!
Living seems possible here: Wow! Some stunning imagery and some really unforgettable lines.
I sense that there were some difficult times in your life behind such striking imagery. As this was written 22 years ago, and as you are stull writing vrilliant stuff, I'm glad you chose life!
Interesting pairing of fire and water imagery.
So generous with water
So lavish with light.
What can I say.
Peace
Talk about aging gracefully!: Your world may be shrinking,
But your vision is bursting it's boundaries!
Hope to meet you one day in that place you so aptly envision.
Peace!
“a pause leans into: “a pause leans into itself”
I could have stopped right there and felt the full force of your blazing pen.
But the best was yet to come. Like all fine, atmospheric art in any form, just a wisp of detail or an evocative visual surging with memory, so much like “reverb”, so restless in stillness, creates more than a feeling: it conjures an experience.
As always, a stunner.
This has to be one of the: This has to be one of the most ravishingly beautiful love poems I have ever had the privilege to read. This stellar tribute has an ageless, explosive, fanciful feeling worthy of the astronomical metaphors you sculpted into eloquence.
And that’s no small accomplishment.
A heart melting jewel.
Thank YOU for being a: Thank YOU for being a valuable source of inspiration and support for so many of us. Although it saddens me deeply to learn about your condition, I know that your uncommon strength and unbreakable faith will carry you through any storm. Keep speaking your truth. It's beautiful.
Love the cute foreboding: Love the cute foreboding elements of horror on that end-line there: a creature, as it were, reluctantly 'trembling in the beams' or so it seems to me, at least
Thanks! The poem was: Thanks! The poem was inspired by bullying I experienced between 1969 and 1974, and now I think I understand their motives and their real lack of self-confidence that they concealed behind almost constant verbal abuse, punctuated by physical assault from time to time. The epithet they constructed around me, "Fairy Jerry" had lingering effects that did not stop until dusk on July 10th, 1976, when I was led to my c.b. handle,"Starwatcher." That, and the distortions of our factory defective c.b., which turned my pipsqueak voice into a heavy baritone, compensated me for the earlier bullying.
Thank you most sincerely for: Thank you most sincerely for the comment, the visit, and the prayers. I was hospitalized recently, as my CHF is worsening. They told me nothing more can be done, so I am back home to await the call home. Thanks for taking time from your busy day to visit.
To recognize the epicenter of: To recognize the epicenter of creation and meaning in a staggering universe takes higher wisdom and a profound spiritual connection.
This poem is true worship.
Sorry I’ve been a stranger these past months. The business of living keeps me distracted in best way, but I still keep you in my prayers. Every blessing to you.
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