Thank you, sir.: Like mentioned to you time and again, I am grateful for it and for the indulgent comments that I am receiving while going through my own work myself (as I learn more about the English literature itself or its related grammar). I wanted to take this opportunity to also inform you that I'm initially unable to reply before (i.e once I was back online to recheck my inbox in my usual workdays) when I have just received a comment—in that long stretch—while you already had given it, due to I have not attended to it in earnest (although a notification was e-mailed to me, found in the periphery while parsing my other e-mails, whenever it, i.e. PostPoems, automatically sends those notices) around the abrupt time when you just did give me a truthful comment in a single line. That's because I'm out and about & was busy with city life demands and with my multiple jobs at the time.
Until here, as I try to go around with language use, learning more on it (meter, essence, rhythmic flow, and the formality involved in poetry..et al), I am quite humbled.. (with self-deprecation, admittedly).
We all do, it appears. And: We all do, it appears. And those that are quite unforgotten could make their way into our poetry as well, amazing how things are!
Thanks Evan, it is a: Thanks Evan, it is a fascinating language dynamic and even more varied as it deals with poetry which many deam the transcendent and pinnacle of the many different communication forms.
Your insight into human: Your insight into human behavior---and the way you present it through this series---never fails to impress me.
In this segment, your insight into the cause of bullying is really shrewd. If I had had the kind of understanding tha you demonstrate here, in all the parts of this series, my life might have been less tumultuous.
Creative, original: ..and full of your wonderful imagination. Not an unhealthy thought to have, at the least. How they do dance together, in the breeze. ; )
An astute observation about: An astute observation about the writing process. While at work, the poem was all yours. You could tinker with it, smash it to bits, build it back up again. You could do whatever you damn well pleased with it. But once published, it no longer belongs to you. It is now the property of the world. So of course you, its creator, wonders if the creation is Shelley's monster or a force for good. I enjoyed this, quite relatable.
Yeah, I hear ya Evan.: Yeah, I hear ya Evan. Sometimes a poem is what it is and will unfold as we write it, no matter how much we may try to make it conform to specific structures.
Oh, pardon for the mistaken: Oh, pardon for the mistaken identity but the sentiment remains.
On a side note, a sister of mine is named Millie and she is no bull terrier, more of a poodle perhaps.
Bard,
It's funny, I wanted: Bard,
It's funny, I wanted to turn this into a sonnet but after the first quatrain, nothing else wanted to be written. Glad you enjoyed it!
Oh well, somewhere sometime: Oh well, somewhere sometime it has been said that we are best not to look at our weaknesses through our strengths, it is hardly fair or beneficial. Failed is quite a strong word. We do well to work with what we are aware of and allow the rest to reveal themselves to us as we go along our journey of life. Pardon if that may sound sanctimonious, but there is beauty where it is seen. And my thanks for keeping your poems available.