You think you have not seen so many stars
on an Easter Skies. The thought just gently jars
the mind: no moon tonight, a cloudless sky
and, with grandeur, stars wheel and move on by.
You have earned your undergraduate degree.
Though Law (Commerce, not government nor crime)
is the traditional family career,
you know want to read Astronomy:
the stars, in all their glory, are your joy---
like to your love for that gorgeous French boy.
And, at the Townhouse, you will not let fear,
of your father's fierce wrath, or cringing panic
disrupt what you tell him . . . after Titanic
enters New York's harbor ahead of time.
Coerulescent
Your poem, “Easter Sunday
Your poem, “Easter Sunday Night, April 14th”, was a starlit coming-of-age, a moment gently torn between legacy and longing, tradition and selfhood. I responded with a poem titled “To the One Who Watches the Stars,” written in a quiet, affirming tone of. It speaks to choosing one’s path under the vast permission of the cosmos, of the night that feels wide open—for more poems like that one, more courage stitched into starlight, more quiet acts of truth spoken beneath traditions too heavy to carry. You’ve got something rare in the way you invite these voices from shadowed rooms and Easter skies alike.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Coming from a Poet whose
Coming from a Poet whose poems I supremely admire, this is one of the finest comments I have ever received here. I am humbled before the presence of your kind words, and I am very, very grateful for them.
Januarian (in Chrismation, Januarius)
fka Starward*Led
Here is the link to that
Here is the link to that response poem: https://postpoems.org/authors/redbrick/poem/1127489
Hope it does justice
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
It does indeed!
It does indeed!
Januarian (in Chrismation, Januarius)
fka Starward*Led