An addendum: An addendum to StarSpared's + 9TH POEMS: When Ma B-s---r Prayed Her Rosar.
Ironically, my mother was known to friends as "Mrs. B". I wrote this poem about her some time ago
Love how you’ve caught the: Love how you’ve caught the rhythm of it; that guzzle of gravity pulling and tossing the lines like a storm‑drunk tide.
The whole piece does feel like it’s heaving against the shore, doesn’t it? Glad the ocean rhymes found their way to you.
And that this experience has got back to me; so valuable and appreciated.
We rise; we fall: The poem, the image, the poet himself, all epic... I'm definitely digging the sweep of tides, churned in the guzzle of gravity, leaping upward to heave-ho ocean rhymes...
I am humbled and thrilled: I am humbled and thrilled that my words opened a portal to a higher consciousness as you so beautifully expressed. Thank you for such valuable encouragement.
I haven’t been around much: I haven’t been around much lately because I am focused on taking care of my disabled son, my number one priority, but it was wonderful to read your beautifully crafted work again.
I was impressed by the stirring sense of time and place, the upheaval, the apprehension and the excitement of the decade that you captured so intensely in this superior commentary.
Your focus on what was both a symbol of American pride and possible doom was startling and shrewd: At first I was picturing the dewy eyed masses celebrating the triumph of technology and then I was plummeted to the reality of the “police action” and young men, like you, robbed of something precious and irreplaceable.
Excellent work. Feeling it.
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