This piece breathes like an: This piece breathes like an old soul in a new body: reflective, bold, and untethered by shame.
It’s the kind of poem that doesn’t just speak; it listens to its own evolution.
The imagery—“words I loosed like doves in flame,” “bone is bone,” “wisdom sighs”
is a stunning collision of vulnerability and assertion.
There's grace in the speaker's permission to shift,
and strength in the refusal to wear “a doubled face.”
The final stanzas especially carry a quiet defiance against judgment,
echoing something almost sacred: the right to change, not as a flaw but as a virtue.
This isn't just a poem about growth; it’s about earned authenticity; the messy, beautiful process of becoming.
What resonates most is that gentle command: “So let me change, and let it be, / A hymn to our humanity.”
It doesn’t beg for understanding. It asserts that transformation is not betrayal.
Dear StarSpared, that's such: Dear StarSpared, that's such a generous and beautifully phrased comment. It carries the kind of warmth that could light up a library!
To imagine all the world’s tongues gathered and still coming up short in praise… that’s poetry in itself.
I’ll take it as a quiet reminder that expression isn't just about vocabulary:it’s about resonance, rhythm, and emotional truth.
And if this poem spoke to you in that way, then it has done more than words alone could ever manage.
Thank you. Your response is a poem in disguise.
All at once this poem leans:
All at once this poem leans into reflection, tension, and quiet trepidation,
like an echo spoken softly but firmly into the same cathedral air and as
quickly as an exhaled breath, the offered thought disappeard into our own.
Brings to mind a "Stand by Me" experience we had
one summer just before middle schoool started.
Hope it shall be read in like spirit.
I read somewhere that this: I read somewhere that this planet hosts several thousand documentable languages. If I knew them all, I still would not have sufficient words to praise the verbal artistry of your Poetry.
Thank you for the comment as: Thank you for the comment as it is appreciated :) I understand what you mean about the ending, because I am reworking it at ther moment and will update when ready :)
Thank you for your radiant: Thank you for your radiant insights into my intent and word choices. You always unearth the precise meaning of my expressions, and that is always a deeply gratifying experience.
Always an honor.
While this is a poem from: While this is a poem from which all readers can receive benefits, this is a poem that will most minister to those who have experienced the loss of "sixty-some summers." (The number is not literal.) I thought I had lost sixty-three summers. Then I remembered what the Thief on the Cross asked of Jesus, at a waning moment, when the Cross's dire work on Jesus' body was at its peak of acceleration, and the Romans would soon be approaching to break the thief's legs. The thief asked to be remembered. And we know how Jesus answered him (Luke 23).
The loss "sixty-some summers" (a brilliant phrase) is answered by remembrance. I speak from practical experience. The remembering cannot be like cheap tourism. The remembering must seek patterns, connections, and parallels---aspects once hidden to us, but now revealed by experiential wisdom.
She writes " it’s now so comically clear . . ." And comedy need not mean zany slapstick, or stand-up dirty jokes, but the austere Comedy meant by Dante when he named his long poem, Comedia. The cosmic reach of remembering "sixty-some summers" is no less dramatic and salvific than the three huge Canticles written by the great Italian.
Although the last two lines: Although the last two lines fail abruptly by striving for a rhyme that is not, in fact, achieved . . . this is still one of the MOST BRILLIANT love poems I have ever read here!
Your poem crackles with: Your poem crackles with promise and possibility; every line feels like an invitation to soar. We (the readers) can almost hear the cheers and feel the rush of electricity as you beckon us toward stardom. Thank you for reminding us that all it takes is a little leap of faith to turn dreams into legendary adventures.
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