Thank you so much: Always grateful to find emotions connecting with another. And when symbolism hits, as well, all the more so. :) My hope was that the first verse - the 'rational long view' - would magnify the intense emotional state of the moment in the second verse.
The forests are like our third and fourth lungs. They also tower over us and help keep us humble as we stand before them. There's a unique, spiritual, healthy smallness of walking through them - something that I think makes hiking such a widely cherished activity, whether or not fully realized by pariticipants. I couldn't say it better, they are indeed salvation and sustenance for us all. Thank you, again.
Interesting thoughts: Sometimes, among the truly most beautiful things about writing, and reading, is the room left for interpretation. Things are learned about communication and the environmental meanings of words, things are learned about the readers for the author lucky enough to get feedback. It's wonderful.
Things, of course, are also seen by the author in a new way, in turn. It being Easter season didn't even cross my mind. Funny enough, I have had scant awareness of Easter season since I stopped getting palm leaves and Easter baskets. Thinking about this now, I'm only realizing just how much less public cultural display there in America for Easter as opposed to Christmas or even Thanksgiving. Hell, even Halloween. Perhaps it has something to do with the particular American discomfort with death. Halloween does tackle death, but in a very comical way. Easter is a brutally serious accounting for mortality. As well as a story a figure who, no matter how 'holy', was still sacrificed to the golden calf of human mob mentality and bloodthirst. Hm. Interesting.
And then there is what I intended as a storyline, indeed haha. Here-in, I felt, melodrama was paramount, because of the way it juxtaposed against the helpless desires, profound loss and elevation of spirit/consciousness aquired through standing face to face with the moment, regardless of the awareness of inevitability: We know full well that the cycle exists, that it must play out, culminating with a burn down. Time and again. Yet, in that moment, it can feel as if we never knew.
The original dieties were of nature. Before man saw an invisible hand moving from beyond them, things of nature were the invisible hand. So there is that underlying layer, as well, though I'll say no more so as not to give it all away. : )
Demystification: .
Rood allusions are difficult as overwhelmed by religious right left and middle historically biased commentary and a sole source for support. Used as symbols (a p.r. device.) Insert poet as action hero - 2nd coming myths equally tough to merge, like a cliche as if the struggle was abandoned and burned (painfully evocative of the Hell principle as an option or fate). Storyline: belief by millions leads to no help, Faith dies, returns post destruction by fire (no less and of course) just in time for the big Easter finale. Hero disillusioned still believing, tarrying for never arriving miracle. Liked the irony.
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I liked the interchange of 3 elements God, writer's doubts, nature of faith as myth. The melodramatic as metaphor, added to disdain for god concepualizations. Futility as finale. It works at a level where spiritualists seek ressurection; post it all falls down and humans start over looking for the forgiveness key to Eden. You bypassed all those obstacles listed above maintaining thematic cohesion. Good artifice.
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And then there is what you intended as storyline. :D
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A compressed instruction: A compressed instruction manual for playing the game of life. These two very valuable lines, if put into practice, can change everything. Well said.
I enjoyed every line of this: I enjoyed every line of this precious and whimsical romance. A beautiful escape into a world where stars can be collected like pebbles and the heart is forever young. Magical work.
Perfect. And thank you! My: Perfect. And thank you! My garden has been called "a jungle" (as if that's a bad thing!) because I give every green thing a chance, and I've been rewarded with valuable and healing volunteer plants such as sorrel, peppermint, wild strawberry, plantain and blackberry bushes as well as others that provide beauty and privacy (food for the soul).
You're my kind of gardener. Let it grow!
Superb in every way: I felt: Superb in every way: I felt the despair and desperation of the enormous loss . . . and how brilliantly you symbolized the tragedy in terms of losing something sacred and essential.
In many ways the forests are our salvation and sustenance. The final lines, depicting the aftermath, were emotionally charged and metaphorically awe-inspiring. My deepest respect. Stunning work.
4 Allusion Streams: GoT, Ancient Mariner, Yellow Back Radio, and Motown. More to follow, jazz rock crit race theory miscellaneous wars the judiciary odd items in the room. :D
Homework: to read, test to grade - 4 monthish left then liberation for summer! Do they still offer summer school? I am surrounded by schools. I keep saying I am going to write grant to go in, but too tired. May pass out some broadsides though. That's fun. Fun frilly verses with at least one stay in school verse - so teachers won't complain.
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Kroger's have riggings - I think I read that in The Horatio Hornblower books. I habe Beat To Quarters on the shelf to be read. That should be fun. Short like ND Mysteries. Thanks for the comment. :D