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Midnight Breeze
I wake to the midnight breeze whistling.
I hear my father snoring in the next room.
Lighting a candle croons to my thoughts,
naked in a starlit kingdom, protected it seems
by elaborate paintings of saints on the walls.
Looking through the frosty window,
there the intoxication of all creation
is caught in a flash and forlorn to the moment,
enhanced by the stillness of the street.
It startles me, and I begin to weep indeed.
I am not sure if I am
I am not sure if I am misreading, but the poem seems to imply an eerie feeling in the background. I think the whole poem works well, but it left me---like the best of the ghost stories I have read through the decades---with that uneasy feeling. I used to get that feeling, too, when I had to eat my mother's cole slaw; and, believe me, your poem is far better than her horrific cole slaw.
J-9thxciv (J 9th 94)
Really
I was only trying to create some scene, because while most of my poems are philosophical and borne from invisible ideas I oftentimes despair that i lack the expression of some further elemental certain detailed scenes. I am very glad that you are reading and enjoy my poetry; nice to have your consistent comments.
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The philosophical aspect of
The philosophical aspect of your poems reminds me of some of the best of Pop Stevens, arguably America's greatest Poet in the 20th century. And I think he---at the height of his poetic career---struck a balance between the philosohical content and the scene; and often the scene is disposed of in his titles (like one of my favorites, "Mountain Covered With Cats"), and then the poem moves very swiftly into its philosophical presentation. I loomk forward to more of your poetry.
J-9thxciv (J 9th 94)
Existence is All We Get
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Born to bourn out of here, the best is between. Weep it but laugh it and smirk or smile, frown or cheer it in between - it is all there is so enjoy. :D
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Wise
Yea probably the wisest thing we can realize
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