Oh, wow! I have been reading: Oh, wow! I have been reading Poetry for fifty years, as of this past April, and in that time, I have allowed only a few poems to have the kind of effect this Poem has had on me this morning.
First, as a Poet, let me commend and applaud your very skilled use of both metaphor and simile to direct, focus, and enhance the emotional impact of this Poem on the reader. To me, this is a textbook perfect example, and if I were teaching a class on Poetry, this would be required reading. And the metaphors and similes are deployed naturally, almost casually, as if emerging from an authentic conversation (and they may have, I don't know the Poem's provenance).
As a son who had problems with my mother, I certainly can relate to the Poem's historical presentation. My own mother---for reasons no one has ever been able to explain---did a lot to undercut or sabatoge my ambitions (rather they were academic, social, or romantic). She and my father adopted me---I was not their birth-child---but she seemed almost obsessive about embarrassing me. (An example---during the summer of 1979, when I spent the entire college break with my sweetheart and my sweetheart's parents in a small town on the other side of our state, my mother sent a letter ahead, explaining to the parents what an unpleasant and inconsiderate person I was, and that she fully expected they would find my presence difficult.)
Just by coincidence, while browsing the internet today. I happened upon an article about the ancient Poet Vergil's first book of Poetry. I have not had a chance to read it yet, but the title suggested that Vergil's Poems in that book dealt primarily with the subject of solitude, and of being alone. I think your Poem stands in that tradition; and when any poem can stand with Vergil's, that is a mighty fine place to be.
As ever, thank you: As ever, thank you kindly.
I'm grateful that the poem lived up to your generous expectations. I started out with these three lines coming to me:
"so you impale yourself on the shed exoskeletons of demons
who parasitized your only captive audience -
your hope and better angels and flew off"
I really felt something possibly worthwhile lay in those lines, and the rest of the poem sprouted out in every direction from there.
Thank you, again. My apologies for not getting back to you sooner, my friend. All the best to you.
I feel rather silly for: I feel rather silly for having missed this magnificent poem the first time around. Please forgive me carelessness. This is a beautiful poem, and the words dance lightly rather than plod heavily across the screen/page.
Reading this, I now realize: Reading this, I now realize it is one of the best summaries of the poetic vocation that I have ever read. In its comprehension of the large purpose of poetry, your words are textbook-perfectl
There are few comments more: There are few comments more gratifying than being assured that one's work is relatable. Your understanding and appreciation is always a huge honor. Thank you, luminous Poet, for taking me to a higher place on this difficult day. Brightest blessings.
another beautifully crafted: another beautifully crafted piece, so in touch with the emotions that we have all felt. There are so many to relate to, but let me point out one that struck me deep,
" any love
seeping though the
pinholes of our
humanness is
sanctified"
What an excellent way to describe our veiled fraility, and our need for acceptance.
Along with applause, I enclose a nodding smile of understanding.
While I do not like to think: While I do not like to think of the Muse every facing demise, I very much like the phrases in your poem, especially the sixth line.
I am very sorry for, and very: I am very sorry for, and very embarrassed by, my failure to respond to your comment in a timely way.
The term "peculiar" is found in Titus 2:14 and 1 Pwter 2:9.
I thank you for the kind compliment in your comment.