I can't think of a better way: I can't think of a better way to celebrate your special day than to write a tribute to the one who ignited your imagination, led you to your creative path and helped create the stellar writer we enjoy today. Of course, you can call such a consequential force in your life "my girl". And it looks like you had the last laugh over the pretentious faculty members mired in their shortsighted view of what is great writing.
Now all these years later, your talent still manifests in sparkling, engaging works such as this. Thank you Mary Shelley!
A pure delight to read and comment on this.
The haunting aspect that is: The haunting aspect that is ever in the back of our minds is what brings language to its defining moment, a goal that poetry is well wedded to. Or so I have led over all the years and scrapes to believe.
And there is this hope that: And there is this hope that in having so accomplished not to seek that as primary goal but remembering that 'to seek beauty is to find oneself.' Thanks ever so kindly.
Thank you so much. Your: Thank you so much. Your comments are always (but especially at this time) so encouaging and the validation they bring to me, especially from a Poet of your towering stature.
I am a little overly: I am a little overly emotional today, but this poem cut through all that and presented itself like a brief, but very authentic sounding voice in conversation about what seems to be a universal experience---at least among Poets, and other people well in touch with their souls. But what I liked the most about it, and an aspect that distinguishes your work, is that authenticity in the sound of the speaker's voice---a realistic conversation presented, but not stifled in some smarmy sound that replicates greeting card verses. Mallarme said that the Poet's function was to purify the language---to remove its accumulated dross or barnacles, and to raise it to its highest power, not to reconstruct it. And you have done so, in this and your other Poems. And I applaud your accomplishment.
thanks, just trying to: thanks, just trying to capture the moment as it unfolds. Even when I get down, I still seek a silver lining somewhere. Humor often is the best medicine.
We do waste a lot of time and: We do waste a lot of time and emotion on holding grudges. Often time we miss the person and miss the friendship but our pride won't let us move on.
Completely mesmerized.
I: Completely mesmerized.
I love poems that deliver entertainment and also make me dig deep with sensational imagery. This fantastical, witty and alluring voyage served it up beautifully as it transplanted me to a whimsical dystopia. What is better than that when you need a smile and a recharge?
There's so much to love here! Thanks for the much-needed amazement.
Thank you for the comment and: Thank you for the comment and the marvelous compliment. The poem came to me so quickly I wasn't quite sure of what it was trying to say, and I still think of the speaker as being more a robot than a living being. But I am very pleased and grateful for your interpretation.
A splendidly worded and: A splendidly worded and extremely comforting reminder of the transient nature of everything physical. Sometimes this ageless truth is too easily forgotten while we're in the trenches, as Vergil knew in times past when he wrote his immortal guidance. In your meditative and sobering (or jubilant, depending on one's perspective) message, your insights and eloquence rival his. Wonderful.
Thanks Patricia. As has been: Thanks Patricia. As has been written and sung beforehand, sometimes 'words are all we have to take hearts away.' And poetry does mesmerise!