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I'm overwhelmed that you took: I'm overwhelmed that you took the time to examine my poem with such depth and wisdom, and that you even left a comment. I honestly didn't expect the honor of your presence right now, knowing how dire your condition is. I have been keeping you in my prayers, the same way you so generously keep others in yours.   May healing light pour through you and renew you.   As always, you uplift me with details about why you felt something worked, and this always encourages me more than words can say.   Thank you, again and again, for your superlative review (complete with your own breathtaking interpretation of our place in the cosmic order) that unearthed everything I intended to convey with stunning accuracy and excellence.     I could never thank you enough. Prayers and every blessing.  

This poem is: This poem is excellent!!!!!!!!!!!  The strong images, the brief but effective phrases---all of it goes to a profoundly emotional reading.

Thank you so much.  Still not: Thank you so much.  Still not yet in the hospital, that will be decided in the next few hours.

Not having been hospitalized: Not having been hospitalized yet, I can take a moment to comment on this next example of Patricia's poetic greatness.  I apologize in advance if I make typos and fail to catch them:  the right hand is still not fully functional.    As I read it, the poem has two centers of gravity---like a binary star system---that orbit each other:  the three lines that mention Polaris, the moon, and the found self; and the image of infinity playing notes of spheres.  In both she demonstrates her usual and powerful skill of poetic fusion---joining the cosmic with the personal.  I have written elsewhere of the cosmos explaining itself to itself and to us, and doing that through us, and this also defines Patricia's Poetry in one of its most dramatic functions.  (College students take note:  a major in Literature, specifically Poetry, and a minor in Astronomy will give you powerful insight into her Poems.)     The poem, like her others, shows that the fusion of the cosmic and the personal brings the soul to a triumphant moment, described in the last eight lines, where it finds "this brand / of Love / will never leave . . . ."  And the poem arrives at this conclusion after passing through several obstacles, conditions, or intrusions that seem to vie with each other in order to block the path to the last eight lines, but still fail to do so.  And the cosmos is the venue in which this process can happen for each and every person.  Our flesh is made of elements fused from hydrogen in the cores of stars, and then made the bearers of souls gifted to us by God.  And the Cosmos, as beautiful, and vast, and intricately designed as it is was also deliberately designed, by God, without a soul:  that is where we come in.  The linkage of our souls in that "brand / of Love / will never leave" gives the Cosmos its soul, its sentience, and its sole awareness of itself.  And the Poems of Patriciajj, like the Poems of the greatest Poets (beginning with Callimachus, then Vergil, and then forward) show us how this process works.  

Unlike broken globeminds: Unlike broken globeminds, The largest, shattered shards And "infinity playing notes" Yours are the real soothsayer, Love-language of a mystic, Materialized with the kinda Verse it's always deserved.

I'm feeling this to center of: I'm feeling this to center of my being. The world certainly does trample what it doesn't understand, and too often it doesn't understand genuine kindness, unconditional generosity and sensitivity. It's OK to feel vulnerable and even hopeless sometimes. It's part of the deal.   There's comfort and beauty in your poignant honesty and unflinching, unapologetic emotion; the type that makes the reader feel they are not alone.     And I'm intrigued, actually, very impressed, by your last line: how it floats, open-ended, with hope that decrees, strategically and cleverly, your title.   An achingly sad and relatable expression.   Just remember, dear poet, you are an artist and a blessing to so many!  

Be Well Dear Friend... : Prayers & Prostrations _()_ Keeping you Healthy in my heart...