This is quite a privilege to: This is quite a privilege to get feedback about Van Gogh as there has been an interdisciplinary fusion between visual art and poetry, both of which to me are intimately related or relatable, depending on one's influence and journey. Thank you so much for allowing this tranquility, however mysterious, to come to the forefront.
He sure is. Sadly, humor: He sure is. Sadly, humor about the innkeeper is ultimately sardonic and ironic, as was the humor, before 1935, about the Bavarian housepainter. But hopefully, such humorous poems are being launched in a timely manner so that they can help the electorate say, "You're not rehired!" as a sequel to 2020's resounding and triumphant, "You're fired!"
I'm always honored by your: I'm always honored by your presence, great Poet, and it's an added pleasure that you took the time to read with such depth and comment with poetry itself. I loved your insights into my conclusion and the meaning of "home". Thank you kindly for your exquisite feedback.
How many more abandoned: How many more abandoned drafts would be stuffed into notebooks if I didn't have a top-tier literary connoisseur cheering me on? You'll never know what a difference you've made, bringing me back to my first love at a time when I had almost lost interest in the art. Can you put a price on such a gift?
And then there's your legacy of compassion, encouragement and healing through your own work, your Ad Astra series; this, I believe, is the ultimate triumph, because that benevolent world view and human connection is what we can take with us when this life is over. Everything else is pretty words and dust.
Be forever blessed.
I read this a second time: I read this a second time because the first time my head was swirling with so many accolades that I had to dive into it again to appreciate the multifaceted depth of this treasure. It's interesting that you mentioned Van Gogh because I've often read your aesthetically intriguing morsels and felt that they had the impact of an impressionist painting: mood and intricate contemplation translated into the language of beauty.
Here, on an undercurrent of mysterious tranquility, you reflect on the power of art and imagination to bring us "home". Otherwise we are adrift on a monotone, sterile, austere sea of survival, and that is the antithesis of our ingenious, visionary Bard!
Just not enough accolades.
This stirring invocation: This stirring invocation could apply to many people in countless situations. Brimming and gleaming with so much Christ-like charity, so much life-altering hope, it should be cherished like an heirloom. Divine refreshment.
"and we're always home" wow.: "and we're always home" wow. Brings to mind several things that probably are more intertwined than we would normally allow. Of the proverb about home being where the heart is and the feasible concept of home being our centre, we often look out the window or step onto the porch/patio/verandah and quite relatably scope the weathering, wear and tear, the wounds that hide on the outside but boil and tatter on the inside. Though we venture far and wide enough when we step back but once we realise we are still home. A potpourri of thought and verse and wonderment.
Thanks for your comment, here’s my response. Lol.: Donald, oh Donald
I just wanna say
You make me sick
Please go away
Never want to see
Or hear from you anymore
New Yorkers can't stand you
We think you're a shmuck
We all hope and pray
With any luck
You'll go to prison
And that's where
We wish you'd stay..
Leaving content aside, I think you're a pretty good writer.
Keep up the good work!
Wonderful: Wonderful imagery of soft fabrics, and a bride left at the altar the cross eyed kiss. I've been watching 19th-century dramas on TV and I picture her in an empire dress not receiving the kiss that she was anticipating lovely.
then with the juxtaposition of New York City brings us back to the Contemporary very nice
debbie