A work that makes me feel: A work that makes me feel wistful and juvenile, in that I once again am in English class, casting furtive gazes at the cute boy a few rows ahead, scrawling unpolished poetry into my lined notebook paper about the curve of his lips and the curl of his hair.
A specific and familiar sensation, despite the years between now and then.
Brava, poet! As with all these Ad Astra (what a title!) I am moved.
Agreeing with Patriciajj that I just make time to sit down and read them all
The elation is contagious in: The elation is contagious in this poem of hope and ascension.
What often appears to be devastation is simply clearing the way for something better, as you expressed with electrifying insight here:
"The crumbling of illusions
The shattering sound of truth"
Each line is a wave of free-flowing illumination as you help us realize that we no longer have the luxury of ignorance and apathy:
"There is no stopping it
The atmosphere is charged with it
The frequency resonates
Harmonics wind together in unison
chorus upon chorus
This is not life!
This is not living!"
How true. Your call to rise up from "the stupor" intrigued me and compelled me to continue:
"Life is ours
And now we claim it!
bring it forth,
each calamity a step closer
The Fork in the proverbial road pivots
And just like that,
Its different;"
Finally the floodgates open and you baptize us with a higher frequency of consciousness:
"More than prayers written on a heartbeat
Reverberating into the universe
Oh, So much more...
And then some!"
An excellent, rousing and motivating renewal.
So many supreme works of: So many supreme works of wonder have popped up in your collection that I'm frustrated that I've been so busy and don't have time to explore them all. Each one deserves reflection, deep analysis and praise.
Here, you take what seems, on the surface, to be an ordinary scene, but under the surface, there are stories within stories about its significance. Anthony, with a simple, playful, demonstrative act, injected his own life-altering statement into the teacher's pat lecture and invited numerous interpretations, both sensual and delightfully subversive.
Highly meaningful nostalgia.
Thank you so much for: Thank you so much for appreciating my poem's structure. That's extremely reassuring coming from a wordcrafter I deeply admire. Your grasp of my vision and stunningly eloquent interpretation made my day. Peace and every blessing, brilliant poet.
Wow! I really felt my spirit: Wow! I really felt my spirit move in for what is fir me two poems that could both stand in their own right!
From this gorgeous immaculate prologue:
Quantum particles or
these
macro realms
like scattered jewels—
each one a cluster
of worlds,
each one terrifying
in its splendor,
each one an epoch
or epochs—
it's all the same
through the eyes
of Spirit
Who showed us a
day in the
life of forever,
and what a gift
to a teeming,
questioning planet
to rewind millennia
and peer into the
impossible:
Ravenous, mauling
void,
screaming white
pinholes:
the abyss and paradise
trading places
again and again,
here in a
glassy freedom
running rampant,
going about its
usual business
quite nicely
without us
in the
slow-breathing
star kingdoms and
pastures of
silence.
Imagine:
immaculate, immortal,
opulent . . .
Followed by this incredible soliloquy:
silence
where there
should be legends
that make us weep,
grind us into dust,
crush our writhing
hearts in a vise . . .
Magnetic darkness
like a wordless sage
too evolved for our
prim and
acceptable faith,
our shark-toothed love,
our trifling
mortal stories,
say something.
Tell us about the
rest of it.
Read from the Book
of Omnipotence
here, at time's end
and time's beginning,
where new, polished
thoughts are
possible,
here, in the center
of raging emptiness
and raucous stillness
between galaxies.
Galaxies!
Is this God or another
exhibition at the
palace?
Whatever this is,
for a moment
we are perfectly
cleansed
and perfectly here
and perfectly united
in wonder.
Both take me to very well travelled and new places thoughts and dillemas. You have so beautifully penned these here. I hope you don't mind that I like them individually more than together, the perfection of the first has left an indelible impression on my thoughts. Best blessings Ss.
The simplicity of what:
The simplicity of what surrounds our lives every day is a pleasure to read, when painted with words by a true artist.
Thank you for this, it's beautiful.