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@ 27.225 MHz: Metaphoric Poem For Patriciajj
I, as an ardent tourist, stood before
the ancient Lighthouse on Pharos: to say
that I was much impressed by its great height,
the unmatched elegance of its design,
and the its glowing array of signal light
(which no amount of darkness can occlude)
would be an understatement on my part.
This migjty tower---that one could easily
imagine reaching to the moon and stars,
and that could gather, harness, and reflect
the iridescence of the sun itself---
seeming to rise into the sky above,
so stirred my sense of awe that my footsteps
stumbled upon the walkway, and I fell
down in a heap. Others who saw this fall
might have ascribed this to my carelessness
or to some clunsy inability
(or, even worse, to some habitual
abuse of substances, like local wine).
But, I offer another explanation:
the splendor of its beauty and the sheer
grandeur of its construction so compelled
all my attention's span and fascination
upon tself (and not my puny steps)
that I---bedazzled by the edifice,
by the shrewd mind that had conceived it, and
the skill that raised it up and with which its
vital purpose functions through day and night---
just could not concentrate on such mundane
details as footsteps. Thus, before you smile
on what might seem to cause embarrassment,
or plain proof of motor incompetence
(or, God forbid, some uncouth disrespect):
pause where I stood (or where I tried to stand),
look upward to the pinnacle, and be
dazzled by its seafaring beam sent forth
to guide and comfort those who look for it:
and understand that, in the presence of
the Lighthouse as a kind of poetry
of ultimate accomplishment, you might
also take to a tumble of your own,
and that it is (however strange this sounds)
a kind of homage, however unplanned,
or accidental, or unexpected.
Starward
Your comments on my work are
Your comments on my work are poetry itself, so this metaphorical stunner goes far beyond any expectation I could ever have.
Actually, this lustrously descriptive voyage to ancient Alexandria and the archetype of lighthouses could be an apt metaphor for numerous poetic achievements (A few poets on this site, you included, have constructed literary monuments that left me reeling on occasion.)
Very common in your poems, are elements of humor, effortless likability and whimsy that take them to the next level of enjoyment. Your own edifice of wit could be constructed from your ability to see lighthearted beauty in an endless variety of subjects combined with word-forging of the first order. I also found it significant that you chose iambic pentameter to underscore the metaphor's classicism and your overall intent.
I'm insanely gratified and deeply humbled by your gleaming, impeccable tower of inspiration.
As for typos, trust me, I'm the queen of flubs. You just don't see them because proofreading was a finely honed skill that a nun instilled (to use a soft word) in me in the first grade.
Endless gratitude and every blessing.
Thank you for your comment.
Thank you for your comment. Your Poems are definitely a lighhouse at PostPoems. But, whereas the great Alexandrian lighthouse was finally toppled, and (as I understand) some of the rubble is now below water. your Poems, your literary achievement, and the significance of your words will NEVER be toppled. Like ships in the Alexandrian harbor, lesser poets come and go; but your Poetry will continue to tower over the landscape and will not be assailed by the vagaries of time and circumstances.
Starward
You are the Beacon of
You are the Beacon of PostPoems. Thank you kindly for your support.
I feel highly privileged to
I feel highly privileged to be able to watch the ongoing expansion of your Poetic accomplishment. That moment, after the Big Bang, when the stars began to coalesce and then to shine is an apt metaphor for your Poetry, as it is received on Postpoems. The sound of any or all of Bach's Fugues would be an appropriate accompaniment and sound track to your Poems' development.
Starward