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Graduation Day
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Family & Friends For Robert
This day began years ago
when your soul left God
and the ground shifted,
horizons stretched farther;
and my little life grew
countless times.
Now you're walking away
again, this time toward
epics yet to be written.
Go to them, radiant spirit,
snatch that future just
beyond your reach,
don't be gentle with fate
or your dreams, then
cast your soul into the
awakening fire--
Shape it into wings.
Go to whatever that is
shining in your eyes,
whether it is near or far
away from me.
Take with you this one thing:
this heart you created in me,
the way the stars created
legends in the void,
the way light created gold
from empty air.
Patricia Joan Jones
Your consistent cosmic vision
Your consistent cosmic vision can even transform a graduation ceremony: wow! Only a poet of your stature would be able to place this kind of event within a more cosmological framework, bringing the very stars into participation, marshalliing both the past and the future together as one process (which they really are). I have remarked, on other poems, about the comforting consistency of your cosmic vision. To see it deployed in this context is to see a skilled artist who can make any event, any incident, any emotion a part of that consistency.
Starward
Thank you so much for
Thank you so much for appreciating and illuminating my expression that came from a deep well of emotion many years ago. Your glorious comments on this work mean so much.
Thank you for the reply.
Thank you for the reply. That deep well of emotion has provided, and will continue to provide, a tremendous cosmic vision which inhabits all of your poems without ever being repetitious, but always revelatory. I must admit I don't think I have ever watched another poet's postpoems which as much excitement, and I feel tremendously privileged to see your greatness extending itself in poem after poem. If I may offer a metaphor here: studying great poets, all deceased, in my youth was like observing the light arriving from stars that are so far away may actually be extinct. But watching your poems as they post here, that is like watching the life being fused in a star as that every event is happening.
Starward
What a wise and inspiring
What a wise and inspiring analogy. My humble gratitude.