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I woke in the middle of the: I woke in the middle of the night to find that this poem has posted; and as I have said for a couple of years now, a poem posted by Patricia is an event.  This poem embodies that excitement.  The supple slenderness of her brief lines reveals a profound depth of meaning that fully blossoms toward the conclusion of the poem. Her poems are, primarily, poems of process.  They are choreographies of those processes which, in her Poetry, normally take place on a cosmic scale or stage.  If she writes about a flower blooming in some meadow, you can assume that there is also, in some part of the galaxy, a star emerging from a nebula and igniting unto light and warmth.  Her metaphors and similes are very dramatic, and the crows like priests that do not know what vows are, is downright comical.  But whatever effect is rendered by her poetic devices, they are all carefully and skillfully directed to the same end:  to describe the connectedness of all aspects of existing in a community of all things that exist.  The blooming flower in a meadow on earth shares a fellowship with the newly emerged and glowing star.  Whiile this is Poetry, and no one can dispute that fact, it is also a fully functional Cosmology (but without all the tedious mathematical equations; one need not have studied Calculus to understand her Poetry). Like Wallace Stevens' Poetry, Patricia's has a deliberate center of gravity which is usually deep within the poem, and in this particular poem it is in the final eight lines.  Here she shows us the connectedness or community of all existence:  everything has to do with everything everywhere.  This is a cosmologically credal statement---as self-evident as any of Euclid's axioms, but even more essential.  The connectedness of all things is axiomatic because all things were created by God, the name of Whom was revealed to Apostle John (chosen appropriately from among them all) as Love.  And Love has given the task of explication to certain Poets . . . not every Poet, but only a chosen few, among whom is Patriciajj.

Thank you so much for your: Thank you so much for your kind words, and for visiting my YouTube channel, they are so appreciated. Not getting many views on YouTube sadly. Here is my poem to you, that has sprung from your beautiful compliment.   In whispered tones so softly sent, A compliment as heavens’ scent, Where words, like dew on morning's bloom, Illuminate the subtlest gloom.   O blesséd speech that thus imparts A summer's warmth to winter hearts! Thy gracious air, with charm replete, Makes every echoed pulse so sweet... 

Yes, when I was younger, I: Yes, when I was younger, I had hopes of visiting there, as well as other sites in Paris, but the circumstances of my life have made that only wishful thinking.

indeed: indeed

love this : love this 

same here as the title says.: same here as the title says. for some reason insane people love me! ugh!