Each stanza pulled me deeper: Each stanza pulled me deeper into a visually transporting trance with a skillful economy of words and stunning eloquence. As moonlight "pirouettes" in a vast and thrilling blindness, you meditate upon a soul-soothing hope.
Enchanting solace for the mind and spirit. Simply wonderful.
All the delicate beauty and: All the delicate beauty and focused ambiance one expects from haiku, but this one powerfully engages the senses in a picturesque setting at the end of day. I could see, hear and feel so much from a sprinkle of details and one highly symbolic star. A pastoral delight.
"Like urchins in Yin River: "Like urchins in Yin River afloat all day"
More cutting-edge brilliance from the ninja of metaphors. I'm always fascinated to find out what your imagination is going to conjure up next. Love what you did with this theme. Score!
I'm so glad I didn't let this: I'm so glad I didn't let this stunning accomplishment slip by. Your prowess for eloquent narration, sculpting pulse-pounding spectacle and reeling readers headlong into drama from which they can't look away, makes its triumphant appearance in the first few lines.
With a title that offers full disclosure without being predictable, you could use your descriptive powers immediately and with dynamic effect: "The groans or shrieks of/ riveted steel---twisted by brute power that/ none can measure, and none anticipated" gives way to a dread you depicted with bewitching excellence, using the scenery and the brutal cold that almost made me shiver as your palette. The "lurking darkness" became your most formidable tool in your box of brilliance:
" . . . most unknown and most fearsome to you---the
gravity of it, pulling you closer, cannot be
escaped; your collision against it cannot be
postponed; and your consciousness of it will
never cease or dissipate in the least . . ."
You continue in a voice, silky, enchanting and chilling, shrewdly avoiding stanza breaks and deploying the second-person POV to keep the reader encased in the terror. To the end, although we know how it ends, we cannot look away, and somehow, cleverly, you managed to surprise me.
In death, the victim (us!) finds life "more tangible in its dwindling" and what weighs heavily upon the dying mind are lost opportunities to do good. Worldly success fades into irrelevance. How ravishingly you put us into this final, extreme perspective, and how ingeniously you ended on an image, seen through our eyes, that is not only poetic, but cinematic and illustrative.
Believe me, the impact of your verbal skills on this enthusiastic reader, rivals the best.
Apparently I have fallen: Apparently I have fallen behind in my reading; how else could I have missed such a beautiful poem, especially appropriate for Easter Day and its subsequent season. Lines three through five remind me of some of the poems of ancient Celtic Christianity that I have read, and I mean that as a compliment!
I pray God blesses you for being such a blessing to others.
Um, yes, well... reminds me: Um, yes, well... reminds me of a joke I heard l- a woman only needs 1 shot once a month to produce a baby... men need 180 million once a day to make a baby... 180 million of those little guys and one egg hoping just one at least stops and asks for directions! Lol.... yes a shift but is it necessary? Definitely a stick one . Wink wink!
Thankyou so much wordman.: Thankyou so much wordman. Always hard to exorcise demons. It's a struggle and I a glad that you appreciate how difficult it is sometimes and when it does finally express it to some degree glad it came together in a way that is relatable. Hugss
Thank you so much for your: Thank you so much for your comments they lifted my energy. Yes you called it exactly, this is what makes your comment so compelling and pertinent for me. Truly thanyou for your kind and learned appreciation. Cheerss
This is fascinating!: This is fascinating!
I heard that sometimes if you burp
It could be due to the soup you slurp
I heard that from my friend Wyatt
To see if it's true you can try it
My friend thinks he's a genius
But we call him Wyatt Twerp
If you ever feel the need to belch
It's not a feeling you need to squelch
I hope you agree
And...
Oh, that reminds me
RIP to Raquel Welch
Hmm..: Hmm..
If it's a man who has beautiful nipples
That's odd
For a man who has beautiful nipples
It's hard
He would probably tell us
Women, they get jealous
They don't wanna date him
They won't text, they won't phone
If you're a man who has beautiful nipples
You stand alone