Thank you for your vibrant,: Thank you for your vibrant, thrilling recap of your impressions on my work. Your amazing comment made my day. Deepest gratitude.
This definitely should be: This definitely should be classed as a sub genre in poetry, where reminiscing and recollecting through journeys sentimental or otherwise. Reminds me of all the memories dredged up while watching Stephen King's "Stand By Me." Curious that the faces and friendships fade but patinaed memories remain. Thanks for sharing.
With all that is going on: With all that is going on around us does make this aloneness quite attractive and quite inevitable. 'Social distance' itself connotes a a segregating of self from other and others from self. Thanks for sharing.
Reading this somehow gave me: Reading this somehow gave me the feel of swinging toward the end of the opposite arc of a pendulum, the other end of which resounds with the words of "do not go gentle into that good night..." and in between is Bob Dylan and the crew of contemporary and classic poets writing along the same trajectory. thanks for having shared. /Rik.
Beauty on repeat, the: Beauty on repeat, the opportunity renews itself with each season's return, a constant companion in our years. An apt reminder for us to avail ourselves of what is freely and generously given. The first line is also a call to rest periodically from being behind the wheel and to be a 'backseat' passenger at intervals. Thanks so much for sharing. /Rik.
Highlighted the text and: Highlighted the text and pressed "speak" to hear it being read out to me while in the background Franz Liszt's "Liebestraum" played in accompaniment. By the time the last three stanzaz were being spoken the realisation sunk in. The reality and the dream melded together in the reader's mind and soul. Thanks for sharing.
Being behind . . .way, way: Being behind . . .way, way behind . . . on my reading, I read this beautiful poem, and was awestruck by the first and fifth lines, which spoke to memories from a most memorable summer and autumn in my life, 1976. I became enamored of fallen leaves and sunsets mostly during my freshman year at college; and the previous summer, driven along some of our very rural township's backroads, om Friday and Saturday nights, to talk on our c.b., with my Beloved driving while I, ever the chatterbox, talked on channel twenty-two.
Thank you for posting this beautiful poem.
Such a deep and shrouded: Such a deep and shrouded truth. Whatever others may say or see, counting even our estimation, the self IS. Now to bring the thought to the concept of id, ego, and super ego. Much to mull about here. Thanks for sharing.
Your adroitly deployed: Your adroitly deployed extended metaphor proves just how right and appropriate your screen name is. I applaud this fine poem, and your great verbal talent, Metaphorist!