Prey-fear and dawn dew?: Prey-fear and dawn dew? Really? From four such simple and ordinary words, juxtaposed by the poem's process, you present a highly emotional, profoundly complex, thought which far transcends the ordinary simplicity of the words as we normally use them. To me, this is a textbook perfect example of the highest function of Poetry: to draw from our ordinary words concepts that far exceed the sum of those words. Poetry, when written by a real Poet and not a mere poseur, is like a star---fusing all sorts of elements from the simplicity of hydrogen, and providing to us the by-products of light and warmth. You are writing real Poetry . . . as if you had invented the concept and form.
Thus us the best kind of: Thus us the best kind of poem---because it presents a seeming paradox and then demands an answer to its concluding question. And the particular approach to this poem's unique perspective is both articulate and provocative. This is a poem of powerful discernment and demonstrates that a real Poet is always more compelling than even the finest philosopher. Wow!!!
Thank you so much! I've sent: Thank you so much! I've sent you pm to better express my thanks and say how pleased I am that you've liked my recent bout of work. As for this poem, I wanted the lines to somewhat reflect the tempo of a storm, how the threat looms overhead, them strikes suddenly and then recedes just as quickly; the last stanza is meant to evoke an emotion or imagery of listening to the last roll of thunder in the distance
Your extended metaphor is: Your extended metaphor is very impressive, as is the modulation of the poem's voice---quiet at the beginning and end, but mire emphatic in those lines that begin with "I was raised." Once again, I gladly say, as I did about the Siren poem and the Fox poem: I really, really enjoyed reading this one.
Thank you very much, I'd: Thank you very much, I'd forgotten about this one only found it when I looked at my old iPad.
Autumn is a favourite of mine too. :-) Sue.
Bonding does require the: Bonding does require the giving of time to each other. This is a beautiful thought and a beautiful poem to match. Thanks for sharing.
I love that the poem develops: I love that the poem develops with each line the 'bones' of summer. Being a fan of autumn, myself, this has been a delightful poem to read. The line: "glistened blades of jewelled eye," is quite a beauty. The mottling entwining is a wonderful transition-melding together of seasons. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
Am I right in presuming this: Am I right in presuming this was birthed in '92? Love the concept of the "asphalt deities!" There is a saying we have, "if the trucks stop, Australia stops." Thanks for sharing.
A very pleasant rhythmic feel: A very pleasant rhythmic feel and rhyme pattern. And like the rising and ebbing of the tide caressing the shore as elusive as when little tikes play cat and mouse on the strand. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
If caesar ain't looking, what: If caesar ain't looking, what even is the point? And if Humpty is the patron saint of all the broken then we have so much to look forward to! Wonderful piece of satire. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
A delicate, picturesque and: A delicate, picturesque and charming vacation for the senses. It gives the reader a very valuable (and don't underestimate its value) gift:
It makes us feel good. Thank you, dear poet.
The sharp focus on a: The sharp focus on a crumbling symbol of Soviet era industrialization succinctly captures the passage of time and the impermanence of mortal power. This visual commentary grants some hope in light of the current situation.
A compact and haunting presentation overflowing with meaning and emotion.