PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

   Thank you so much! Happy:     Thank you so much! Happy New Year!

It's now on YouTube: You can now watch/hear me read this one at:  https://youtube.com/shorts/oXJ-sPahvuw

I'm so inspired and motivated: I'm so inspired and motivated by the kindness (and the genius) of a Poet who not only creates torrents of fine art, but also has literary acumen like few others.   It has been quite an encouraging and creative adventure since you first showed up on my page. Thank you for taking me to new heights with your support!    

Normally, I do not care for: Normally, I do not care for the archaic sound of inversion of adjectivenoun order (like "solace sweet" in the third line of this poem) because people do not talk that way.  I understand it is often compelled to comply with the rhyme scheme.  But, while I normally do not like it, in this poem---which is otherwise so charming---it is not a defect at all, but seems to be an appropriate way for the poem to speak.  I applaud your accomplishment, and this second demonstration of your skilled use of the ballad quatrain.

I applaud your skilled use of: I applaud your skilled use of the ballad quatrain to present your poem's subject.

Maybe I can put a smile..: Maybe I can put a smile on your face by telling you about the man waiting on line at the airport to buy a ticket who decides he's too important to wait and barges to the front of the line, demanding to be helped immediately. 'I demand you help me. I must get on the next plane. I want my ticket NOW!' 'Sir, there are people ahead of you. You need to wait like everyone else' 'NO! I can't wait! Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?' The ticket agent gets on the P.A. system and says 'There's a gentleman here at the ticket counter who doesn't know who he is. Is there anyone who can help him?'  

Thank you very much for your: Thank you very much for your comment.  My admiration of your Poetry knows no bounds.  I am so amazed that, almost four years ago, Jan 21 of 2020, stilll in the hospital, partly paralyzed, and thinking that my life was about to unravel, God led me to your Poetry, to "Gates Of Orion."  The kind of thrill I experienced when I began to read your work only happened to me twice before:  when I was directed to the Poems of T. S. Eliot, and then, later, to those of Wallace Stevens.  And, just as when I first read their Poems, once I started reading yours, I never looked back (and never needed or wanted to).  My life has been made far more satisfactory because of both your Poetry and the friendship with which you have blessed me.  That day in the hospital changed me; and now, three days away from its fourth anniversary, I applaud---even more loudly and enthusiastically---the grandeur of your Cosmic vision, and the exponential artistry of your verbal skill.