sand squishing between these: sand squishing between these gregarious toes
extricate, exfolioate skin to soul, ones woes
other kids run off with buckets, spades and hoes
but you and I, barefooted, comb the beach in rows
Wow! This is an exquisitely: Wow! This is an exquisitely beautiful metaphorical perspective. If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion to a Poet of your stature, this deserves to be more than a comment . . . it should be an independent poem, written in your inimitable and always verbally skilled style.
It is my hope that this: It is my hope that this independence does not stray too far from its connectedness, where it the wards of the seasons each in turn are poets and the star their Muse. Their watchful gaze are its words beaming and radiating abroad their lines and stanzas; undulating unto landscapes - a varied tapestry of poems which is the solid and structured form of their rumination of all subject and scope both great and small, abstract and concrete!
Thank you very much for that: Thank you very much for that comment. You obviously understand Prayer in its theological meaning and importance, and I thank you for visiting my poem.
One of the purposes of Poetry: One of the purposes of Poetry is to cast ordinary things in new or unusual lights. I confess that I have never thought of bees and their honey in that way before. Some ten years before I began to write Poetry seriously, I had considered---and done quite a bit of reading in preparation for---becoming a beekeeper. Still never considered bees and honey as poets and Poetry. Your poem has widened and expanded my view tonight; thank you, sir.
True prayer, communing and: True prayer, communing and drawing nigh, as against wishful thinking and using our imagined bankcard on that magnificent ATM in the Sky.
Thank you for your comment. : Thank you for your comment. Your comment is a beautiful poem, of and through itself, and indepedent of the comment process or of my Tanka poem. I appreciate what your poem says, and that you chose to cast your comment in the form of a poem.
Thank you very much. I have: Thank you very much. I have been struck by gout, again, such that three of my left hand's fingers are not functional right now: I thought this was impose a temporary silence (and I am one of the most verbose people on earth). Then I though how the Earth cannot be silenced, and continues its artwork through all four seasons, an encouragement to me to work through the pain to continue with something. I hope that makes sense; the gout tends to knock me for a loop.
At each significant turn in: At each significant turn in life these two choices always present themselves: should I stay (safety) or should I go (freedom) now? And this is decidedly a feline wisdom compared to a canine companionability. To be free and safe in the same breath, a tightwire balancing act that promises never to be perfected. For me that is where the heart of sorrow lies, to be caught between two great currents on a fast sinking island called, now. I am deeply moved by this poem and its words.
Wow, how did you do it?
How: Wow, how did you do it?
How did you reach up, down, through and within to collect all the splendor of the universe and distill it to a delicate sprinkle of words?
A miracle of language and the most stellar autumnal poem I have read in many years.
Congratulations!
Can't hardly wait for part: Can't hardly wait for part two! Been there before and sadly none the wiser. And age old at the dinner table topic: what makes good neighbours. My one standing solution from childhood recollection - buy 9 lots (like a tic-tac-toe grid) and build in the centre lot so as to distance oneself from grief and trouble. Ten foot pole policy. That doesn't help in this circumstance, so back to the opening comment: none the wiser.
Watching, talking,: Watching, talking, walking
climatic wards thus forming
star screams on paper, trailing
undulating: silent witnesses, a pair
of things large and small, with care
ruminating this stellar affair.
"Double barreled" made me see: "Double barreled" made me see fumes exiting from both nostrils, so the image goes full circle from the perpetrators to the ones that have been violated.