I was deeply moved by the: I was deeply moved by the all-encompassing devotion and palpable sincerity of this glorious prayer. I became one with it. Very powerful.
When the (now: When the (now underappreciated) theological novelist, Charles Williams, died in England in 1945, after a minor appendectomy that was not anticipated to be fatal, T. S. Eliot wrote that Heaven seemed a little more tangible knowing that Charles Willams was now there. That thought came to me when I first read your words that Saiom had journeyed on from this world.
These words, coming from such: These words, coming from such a lofty pillar of the PostPoems community, provide a complete validation for my small elegy. That old hymn, Will The Circle Be Unbroken, come to my mind here. But the great circle and network of Poets' friendships is never truly broken, though circumstances and appearances suggest otherwise. On the Cosmic level, from the Divine Starmaker's perspective, we are already seated together in the Heavenlies, as Saint Paul has told us. I take comfort from that, and that we shall all be together again someday.
I felt the same way when I: I felt the same way when I discovered she had left us, but the elegy you posted brought me a very broad and consoling perspective. It was exactly the type of tribute she would have wanted. My sincere condolences.
This is so impactful and: This is so impactful and truthful that I felt I was going to break down and cry. The splendor of your send-off, and Cushing's quote, is worthy of the gifts she gave us. May this Truth be a comfort to us all.
Dazzled again by your: Dazzled again by your signature wizardry. So much to ignite all the senses and set the imagination running at full speed. Amazing! I don't just read your poems; I experience them, and I love that.
Each spoken-word poem has a: Each spoken-word poem has a wonderful, ad-lib, true-to-life quality that makes them ideal for readings. There are unforgettable flashes of wit that I can imagine land well with the audience. And then there's the panache and attitude in "This Time": so cleverly orchestrated and identifiable. Definitely worth a smile and some loud applause.
Enjoyed!
This terrifying poem reminds: This terrifying poem reminds me of a short story by Theodore Sturgeon entitled, "The Professor's Teddy Bear." It is about a sickly child who sleeps with, and wakes up to, a teddy bear possessed by an evil alient entity. It appeared in a collection entitled Tales Of The Unexpected, which I purchased in May of 1971 while on an overnight class field trip to Put-In-Bay. It was a collection of ghost or macabre stories, and "Teddy Bear" was one of the most terrifying. The collection is hard to find (but would be well worth the effort), but the story is available on the internet.
In the second person point of: In the second person point of view, we are in the center of your brilliantly crafted, painfully clear and exact avalanche of survival that repeats itself daily. We understand that everything changed in a moment; now what used to be brief feels too long; what used to be easy is a Sisyphean struggle.
Clean-cutting, haunting and crushing in its trueness, for some this will be a lesson in empathy and for others relatable comfort that they are not alone.
It's always a pleasure to read your excellent work.
Wow: Disturbingly powerful. If Rod Serling wrote poetry, perhaps.
A vote cast for the long, downward spiral suggested by social genetic theory. Survival of the fittest. Among humans, the fittest are often those who can hurdle over the bodies of others.