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Footnote: Just After The Autumnal Equinox
We, Poets, talk a
lot. Earth, and its seasons, make
art of, and upon,
themselves, quietly. Just look:
landscapes---weather---stones---and stars.
Kyakuchuu
We, Poets, talk a
lot. Earth, and its seasons, make
art of, and upon,
themselves, quietly. Just look:
landscapes---weather---stones---and stars.
Kyakuchuu
Wow, how did you do it? How
Wow, how did you do it?
How did you reach up, down, through and within to collect all the splendor of the universe and distill it to a delicate sprinkle of words?
A miracle of language and the most stellar autumnal poem I have read in many years.
Congratulations!
Thank you very much. I have
Thank you very much. I have been struck by gout, again, such that three of my left hand's fingers are not functional right now: I thought this was impose a temporary silence (and I am one of the most verbose people on earth). Then I though how the Earth cannot be silenced, and continues its artwork through all four seasons, an encouragement to me to work through the pain to continue with something. I hope that makes sense; the gout tends to knock me for a loop.
J-Called
Watching, talking,
Watching, talking, walking
climatic wards thus forming
star screams on paper, trailing
undulating: silent witnesses, a pair
of things large and small, with care
ruminating this stellar affair.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you for your comment.
Thank you for your comment. Your comment is a beautiful poem, of and through itself, and indepedent of the comment process or of my Tanka poem. I appreciate what your poem says, and that you chose to cast your comment in the form of a poem.
J-Called
It is my hope that this
It is my hope that this independence does not stray too far from its connectedness, where it the wards of the seasons each in turn are poets and the star their Muse. Their watchful gaze are its words beaming and radiating abroad their lines and stanzas; undulating unto landscapes - a varied tapestry of poems which is the solid and structured form of their rumination of all subject and scope both great and small, abstract and concrete!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Wow! This is an exquisitely
Wow! This is an exquisitely beautiful metaphorical perspective. If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion to a Poet of your stature, this deserves to be more than a comment . . . it should be an independent poem, written in your inimitable and always verbally skilled style.
J-Called
As you suggest it shall be
As you suggest it shall be added onto the list of poems to be posted in season. Thank you for your kind and candid interaction. And I offer homage and respect to our most charming host, Poetry.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
I look forward to that
I look forward to that posting. The homage and respect offered to our host, Poetry, is, in its courteous behavior, one more aspect of your greatness as a Poet. Although we have not been long acquainted, I truly believe that you are one of Postpoems' great ones---one of the chosen few whose poems are, for your readers, a privilege of reading.
J-Called