You breathe brilliance.
You conceive of ethereal hints
within the brimming bliss
of Poetry Forever Ever After.
You are an example of pure wit
that is hard to examplify.
Because the Tragic is fused
into nightmarish refusal, you --
you who reign as real smart --
gift the grievous by redemption
in impeccable soul-solacing art.
You are not merely a
"cabbage fart." My respects,
friend whom I depend upon.
Please forgive another
Please forgive another comment of mine, but I revisited this again just to decide whether a decision I have just made is correct; and, yep, it is correct and right, and I am glad to have decided thusly.
Starward
A superb tribute that is
A superb tribute that is worthy of the gifted poet and "example of pure wit" that has brought so much wisdom and "soul-solacing art" to Postpoems. It's such an encouragement to see poets support each other. We need more light-infused and elevating poetry such as this.
I visited this again when I
I visited this again when I needed most to see it, and found it very salutary to me; and I continue to be very, very grateful for its presence on postpoems.
Starward
Today this poem means even
Today this poem means even more to me than it did before!!!
Starward
Wow! That left me
Wow! That left me speechless, so this may be short, but be assured, my gratitude is not short at all. Thank you so much for posting this, certainly unexpected, but . . . I assure you . . . most appreciated. The timing is great, because next week I have a difficult physical therapy session, and one rough medical procedure (Thursday) followed by somemore difficult physical therapies; and I am starting to become apprehensive, so this poem, and the very kind gesture it represents, has brough new delight to a dismal evening. Thanks again, ever so much.
Starward
I Am Hear
I pray for you on a motherly-bestowing, best son
equivalency to that I hold of my own North Star Mother.
You are Supremely sincere to me and my being.
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Thank you. You have made
Thank you. You have made this 63rd birthday of mine quite special, unexpectedly so.
Starward
A Cereal Lifetime
Why so unexpectedly?
Are there secrets to know?
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Only that my day, with the
Only that my day, with the exception of this lovely poem and a message or two, has been rather dismal due to my circumstances. I am a born complainer . . . please forgive me for being overly dramatic.
Starward
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