Thank you kindly.: This is one of my few scratchings I don't automatically hate. Maybe it was the simplicity and not trying so hard to emulate my heroes.
Cheers: Thank you for your kind words. I know my strengths lie more as a critic first and failed poet second (sorry Eliot/Tchaikovsky I'm mature so I'll steal ).
Thank you! Sentiments appreciated. : Alas no, that is my 15 yr old cat. Still going strong despite his weight issues. Millie was a Bull terrier x English staffy.
melodic and beautiful in its: melodic and beautiful in its flow and then the punch at the last stanza, wow! Pulls on the heartstrings and the sensibilities.
The build up was growing in: The build up was growing in intensity and capped off with a solid and definite last stanza. A true call to arms of sorts and quite persuasive. Planting and reaping all the way!
The thing about Job that: The thing about Job that eluded me all these decades is that our sentiments and thoughts go Job-ward instinctively and thus lose the complete message of the God-ward as exemplified by the last 2 stanzas; the One whom is revered and to Whom is the battle, who is and was and is to come. A tour de force!
Oh the number of pet funerals: Oh the number of pet funerals we had in our childhood and the looks of disapproval as we disfigured mother's landscaping as we transformed the lawns and gardens into our very own pet cemetery. Even our kids acted out this primal instinct and their memorials have began to surely rise and take shape and the hope is the grandkids would do the same. And the diplomatic and respectful thing to do is to build and landscape arouind these cemeteries as they are a reflection of who we are and what we love.
That is a cosmic: That is a cosmic encapsulation of pure spirituality in motion, so simple and small yet so wide and exhaustive without the exhaustion of emotional stamina. A joy to read.
YES! At times there is this: YES! At times there is this hope that just is, without qualification or description. And to explain it away is to diminish or banish it so best to just let it be. Such a wonderful expression that speaks at least for myself at a place inside where I can at times decidedly be found. Thanks so much for sharing Big Evan.
It always made me sad when: It always made me sad when tulips wilt and fade before the season is over, the cut ones always do and when the planted ones do, all the more so.
Manh thanks Patricia. It: Manh thanks Patricia. It surely isn't a fun thing to be impinging on the time of people. I am just glad for the feedback that is so welcome and does serve as a lighthouse for writing, a light in a dark stormy sea as the writing mind ventures out on uncharted oceans of inspiration. So every little bit counts. It gives the writer a sense of conversationm, shop talk if you will, and companionability through the journey of the writing process. Again, my gratitude.
This next chapter conveys: This next chapter conveys your usual quality quite well: but that final sentence, beginning with "This is how you become . . ." is so wise, so astute, so shrews, that it ought to be ensconced on every wall in every educational institution, and it should be recorded n every quotation book. This one line confirms what I believe---that you are one of the finest philosoohical poets (like Stevens) that I have ever encountered.