Thank you, sir. Thank you, Starward, as well. : I appreciate your comments and honesty. (I apologize, but I'd rather
address both of you in one comment box since my reply button is missing in the other comment section/box for some reason, a possible technical problem).
Yes, Starward. Arigatou! (I use Japanese sometimes out of habit due to my work environment and while I also study some of the Japanese ways in this respect). You got the selfsame idea.. since I do study linguistics in the general sense (informally). (I have tried hard to come up with this particular one as I have been reading about prose poems until the thought of creating a poem out of the blue ensued and in relation to other subfields of Linguistics..encompassing many technical terms in the "semantic field"..including how in the Anglophone world distinguish between hypernyms and hyponyms, etc.) Your commentary is profoundly exact as it was my intention for this poem (with the help of the hashtags..to also help me in discovering linguistical/semantical subject matter. More so.) Such prowess, especially upon quoting one of the renowned bards in Poetry, and its literariness have always been well-received..and especially the honest criticisms that, I thought, subsequently could pique interest among language learners like me (concerning cultural variances viz. of a vernacular, lexicology, linguistic histories and whatnot). Being an immigrant could be a challenge, because of the language barriers that affect complex situations. And, thus, I am humbled whenever you have graced my comment section and for viewing some of my works. (They are in many different forms of linguistic expression, yes. But by such an acuity, we now know the primary reason of this poem, if not its sheer essence.) Bye for now.
a powerful piece about what: a powerful piece about what the lack of sleep can do. you captured very well the yearning of a soul for peace often not found in the night
I really admire this poem. : I really admire this poem. The great American Poet, Wallace Stevens, said that a poem should resist the reader's intelligence, and this one does so---and that is a good thing. This poem is talking about some kind of mysterious process, but it does not reveal the process at all. There is only the evocative tone that lets the reader know that there is more here than meets the eye, but that more is not disclosed. Like I said, I really admire this one.
Sometimes one wonders if it: Sometimes one wonders if it is a kind of verbal starvation or articulative constraint. But either way, it makes for good exercise in literary expression. Wordweaving is a lifelong process of experimentation and learning. Thank you so much patriciajj, for your most welcome visit and review.
The opening line sets up the: The opening line sets up the poem so well. What follows seems to say so much about the author of this poem - at least as much as it does in tribute to the muse.
Those first two stanzas,: Those first two stanzas, blossoming with lush metaphors within a superlative simile, were the perfect launching place into a highly evocative reverie.
You realize that small details have explosive power and that zooming in on the right ones ignite the imagination and take us places far beyond what unnecessary disclosure could take us. Brilliantly subtle with intense emotion crackling throughout.
Still lost in its perfection!
Another bite-sized: Another bite-sized masterpiece. The way you can successfully merge simplicity and sumptuous wordplay is astounding because it's deceptively difficult to be simple while there are so many pitfalls in being opulent.
This is a sweetly lyrical and profound creation that captures the passage of time in all its inner spectacle, and this line, in particular, left me wonderstruck:
"only truest gold remained"
I'm definitely a fan of your deft wordweaving.