Yes! Starward yet lives! So: Yay! Starward yet lives! So that we all may relish in those amazingly famous poems of his on the chronicles of sockboy! he-heeeee! To be completely honest, though I am reluctantly shy to admit it, I find I've actually learned quite a lot from said theme; and for that, we thank you.
This poem feels like someone: This poem feels like someone caught between sea and shore,
spilling fragments of self while reaching for something beyond. The refrain “I do not exist” lands heavy,
but the nautical imagery keeps it moving, almost like a song half‑sung.
Of any poet I have ever had: Of any poet I have ever had the pleasure of not merely reading but actually befriending (which is indeed an immaculate honor), the emotional weight you are able to carry from stanza to stanza never fails to amaze, leaving me, and any member in your audience I'm sure, gasping for their own breath again after the powerhouse presence you sprinkle the stage with... And on the subject of absence, I apologize for mine; I am well aware that a grumpy cat is never necessarily the greatest sign, lol
This is a good poem. And the: This is a good poem. And the theology is excellent. Your theology seems to incline eastward not westward, and that, too, is a good thing!
I have written a few poems: I have written a few poems about the Romanovs' martyrdom, but none of my stuff rises to the level that this poem achieves. You are Il Miglior Fabbro!!! I feel very blessed and privileged to be able to say this to you openly.
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