This reminds me of one of my: This reminds me of one of my dormitory in 1977 who, having finished a jog, returned to toss his sweaty socks on to his absent roommate's fastidiously made bed (made as if in a motel room). Then because of the heat, he put on a sleeveless tee to which he added baggy, bootcut jeans. He selected flipflops, but during our short walk to the Dining Hall, the flops just dangled from his right hand's fingers; and, during the meal, they sat on one of the untaken chairs at our table. His flip-flops did not get a lot of mileage on campus.
Your command of language, and: Your command of language, and of the skill to artistically deploy it in this poem, is well displayed here. You have compressed an amazing power in a few short lines. If I were teaching a class on Poetry, this poem would be a textbook example of the height that poetic language can reach!
Hearing this compliment from: Hearing this compliment from you produced such an effect on me that I immediately was inspired to write the poem 'what's the moon do?' a tad veering, but I hope it lives up to that anticipation you mentioned. And again, I can't put into words how sweet it feels to see you here, my friend.
That final phrase, streets of: That final phrase, streets of nocturne, is BEAUTIFUL (and I DO mean, **BEAUTIFUL**), and suggests a mythical, and maybe even epic, place just ripening in anticipation of some poems about it.
Raw, unfiltered and dark,: Raw, unfiltered and dark, creating a compelling narrative that resonates with the realities of survival and the human condition.
Ah, the words of one that: Ah, the words of one that gets it! We are creatures of self-contradiction at typical times, I could only imagine how we'd fare in the better times! Thanks my friend for your much valued thoughts
Ah, the words of one that: Ah, the words of one that gets it! We are creatures of self-contradiction at typical times, I could only imagine how we'd fare in the better times! Thanks my friend for your valued thoughts
LOVE the duality this poem: LOVE the duality this poem presents, this honest and stark contradiction in a belief system of what works, going forward. Though you could say it is brave to be constantly facing your trauma.
Sorry I haven't been around: Sorry I haven't been around much, but things have been hectic and demanding for me lately.
The brilliance of this poem is its illustrative structure and symmetry that gracefully captures the fascinating metaphysics hidden in plain sight everywhere in nature. The cadence is captivating and the theme something that has intrigued me for some time.
It takes extraordinary creativity and insight to not only explore, but to breathe poetic life into a subject where science and spirit intersect and perhaps even give us a glimpse of the mathematical process of creation itself.
A sublime, mind-bending and immersive experience.
It will come back around...: It will come back around... it's something built into you. And I find inbuilt things are hard to control or manage even. Hope you keep your account open for when the writing "spell" resurfaces however far or near in between.
Honestly I'm pretty much: Honestly I'm pretty much falling out of writing- don't have nearly the passion I once did- but thank you for your comment, definitely nice to see you're still pumping
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