Wait a minute:: I did not say that I was becomming a Democrat. I just said I agree with you on the First Amendment. Illegal immigration has almost killed New York city thanks to Biden and the Democrats. Thank goodness my poet friend that politics does not define friendship. On many things we will have to agree to disagree. I do agree that you have a wonderful sense of irony and humor in your poetry.
I think the permeating: I think the permeating poignant imagery is what shines here like 'light breaking into shards' and so many layers to explore, though a disturbingly disquieted child whose hips are crippled and stinted, glasses thick, virgin curtsy, utilizing the crutches as a wizarding stick.
No, it doesn’t hurt my feelings..: No, it doesn't hurt my feelings. It gives me hope that you and Ted Cruz have seen the light and left the dark side, lol. Like I always say, politics makes strange bedfellows, but not on the first date.
Thanks for your comment..: Thanks for your comment. Your point is well taken. I wonder if there's anything he could say or do that might cause some on the right to reconsider their position.
If polls show major disapproval, maybe.
I am going to agree with you on this.: It may hurt your feelings to know I, a strong conservative, agree with you. It may hurt even more to know that Ted Cruz agrees with you.
I’m honoured you read the: I’m honoured you read the tide that way. For me, the smallest motions — a lantern swaying, the water drawing back — are already part of something vast. Perhaps that’s why they feel worth naming: they carry the same quiet grandeur as galaxies, only closer to hand.
I also love your thought that Earth’s ‘backwater’ position might be what allows us to notice such things. And yes — Proverbs 25:2 feels like the perfect companion to that idea: the hidden is a gift, and the search is its own kind of glory.
Perhaps… though I think of:
Perhaps… though I think of it less as re‑naming and more as re‑seeing. The lantern, the tide, the fish — they were always themselves. I just hold them up to the light in a way that lets us notice something new. And if we recognise ourselves in there, well… maybe the poem recognised us first. After all, names are only shadows until the light shifts.
When your powerful language: When your powerful language describes functions like the tide going out, those functions take on a Cosmic scale. Like the greatest of Poets in all times and eras, you step up to declare why this small blue planet that orbits an insignificant star on the galactic edge is still, on the spiritual level, the center of the Cosmos. I believe the earth occupies a small part of the galactic backwater so that we can discover the grandeur that is hidden within it . . . as stated in Proverbs 25:2.
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