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Patricia's response to this: Patricia's response to this poem is so appropriate and well expressed that my own words have nothing that can be added to it.  I will say, however, that I applaud how much movement or process you have choreographed into the brevity of this poem.  There is the likening to a rose illuminated in moonlight; then a becoming, becoming the moon itself; then a ripening of moonlight upon some satis texture (satin on a bed, perhaps?), and then the effect of her heels' heat upon the speaker's brain.  The poem's apparent brevity reminds me of the placid surface of a substantial body of water---say, for example, a rural lake.  The surface impression (in this case, the poem's brevity) does not disclose the profound depths of meaning it contains, until it has been read---and multiple readings reveal a deeper connectedness to some of the finest Poetry of all time:  how many of our great Poets have written of rose, moonlight, and impressions burned into the mind.  Spinoza's poem connects with all of them, while remaining---independently and impressively---itself.  

Timeless splendor and: Timeless splendor and authentic adoration swell like a symphony in this devotion worthy of being called a "Poem After Psalm 27". And King David is a tough act to follow!   But I know you didn't write this to receive accolades. Quite the opposite! So I'll just add that the truth of this, the sincerity and Light of this, touched my spirit.    Thousands of years later, The Psalms still live. 

This poem is splendidly: This poem is splendidly philosophical or psychological or existential (I am sure each reader will see one or more of these aspects), all three at once, and it presents a paradox that I have never seen stated before:   that the shorter the cut, the deeper the wound.  To me, reading this for the first time this morning, your statement and explication of this paradoxical situation is short of brilliant.  Though the subject is tragic (sometimes bordering on comic when one realizes the stupidity of always taking the short cut to the deep wound), your presentation of it is elegant, empathetic, and very, very convincing.  This poem is not talking about something fictive---like perpetual motion machines, or little green aliens from Alpha Centauri; this poem is telling us of the very human condition into which so many of us wake, and from which so many of us retreat into fiftul and disturbed sleep.  You have posted a poem that is excellent in all of its aspects.

A strikingly insightful and: A strikingly insightful and brilliantly navigated journey through those exasperating psychological landscapes where even shortcuts are perilous. I get this!   Superb and highly identifiable.

Once more I: Once more I applaud---fervently---the way you weave words together.

thank you: i appreciate you're kind words i couldn't figure out the password since i did this when i was 16 i still write to this day and find a great release in getting the words out but in 2015 i lost my dad and b4 he died i wrote him a poem and he heard it and i have forgotten what an escape and how true poetry is because you know trama and heart break tend to change us but thanks so much for looking and liking the poem it means the world to me