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The Nature of Being
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PAPER PURSUIT
The story you put together,
the one that has been long tied
and formulated in your life,
thus far and ever onward,
will develop and envelop you
like a strong mother clam
protecting her pretty pearl—
A miraculous manifestation,
personal to the sweet souls
of us borne cosmic babes.
I might say that these thoughts
are also along the theme
of maturation and its wisdom,
because, look, as I grow older
and become more observant
to not only who I really am
but the nuances of my karma
ebbing with a careful, certain
interconnective phenomenon
to all the rest of the World,
I gain delight, incredible insight
from the sacred, secret fountain.
It is there that I bathe and drink;
ablutions and libations of love
enhancing the glory of existence,
projecting itself as a mirror
toward eternal life; ethereal,
limitless, and infinite experience.
It is true that we are forever cradled
by the pale, glowing arms
of Energy's high, divine light.
First, let me say that I love
First, let me say that I love poems---perhaps a bit too much---that use the 2nd person form of address. Sometimes 1st person sounds too confessional to me, and 3rd person can often sound like a short story (I violate this rule all the time in my poems), but 2nd person sounds like the Poet sharing insights with the reader.
Second, let me say that the cosmic aspect that you bring into this poem, as in some of your others, gives it a resonance like the poems of Patriciajj---and that, to me, is a very grand likeness to cultivate. And, like Pop Stevens, you did not lead with your poem's center of gravity, as a lesser poet would have, but you wisely (and a little coyly) gave it to us in the last three lines. Your short lines and amazing phrase combinations make this a beautiful and formidable poem. As you continue to construct and expand your poetic achievement, this poem---I predict---will occupy one of the center positions; it will be a large skyscraper on the skyline of your poetic horizon. And what makes this poem so very artistic is that the reader cannot separate the greatness of what you have to say from the greatness of the way you say it.
Starward
Starward Sincere
You leave me loving your elevated compliment!
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