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+ 3RD POEMS: Celebrating July 10th, 1976
Bullied twelve years, I felt worthless---like cyphers or zeros
until I was blessed to be led to my first screen name.
It shielded me (I thought of the arming of certain epic heroes),
and defended me from neighbors' slurs of prejudice and shame.
Starward
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Sorry I'm just getting around
Sorry I'm just getting around to reading your latest poems. I'm slowly making my way back to the land of the living; still burdened with fatigue and malaise, so my responses will be few and brief for now.
I've often imagined this same sort of spiritual metaphor when you described, in several poems and essays, your harrowing, yet ultimately inspiring, journey from where you began to where you are today.
Here, your allusions to epic classics are striking, spot-on emblems of triumph over joyless, puritanical verbal assault. I'm happy that today you wear your resplendent name with gratitude, remembering the days when it was gifted to you like a blessed shield. May your experiences and the cosmology behind your name be an inspiration to those who still stumble in the dark while galaxies of living light wait beyond.
God bless you.
I am glad to hear that you
I am glad to hear that you are recovering, however slowly that may go. A similar after-illness faigue has taken a swing at me during the last couple of days, and I have slept more this week than is customary for me. I also have a painful minor procedure schedule---the catheter exchange---for this coming Monday.
The second and third paragraphs of your comment contain an understanding of my screen name that few have held, or at least have shared with me. I am screenshotting your words and downloading them to my personal files about my screen name, and I am so very, very, very grateful to you.
Starward