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I’m glad you enjoyed it..: I'm glad you enjoyed it. You thinks it's a cute write? Thank you Ramona. You know why that is? Because it comes from a cute writer. You know what makes me a cute writer? I know all the angles. To be honest, I actually don't know all the angles. There are some I don't know, but am willing to try. I'll try any angle. I'm a cute 'try angle' writer. Sometimes I'm not a cute 'try angle' writer.There are times when I'm obtuse. When that happens I'm an 'obtuse try angle' writer. But that only happens in the summer usually. Only when it's above 90 degrees. If it stays below 90 degrees I'll remain an..a cute 'try angle' Right? Er..  

Sometimes: Sometimes I get in the habit of compression. But I don’t want to get too overly reliant on it, as I sometimes do. I still find great joy, sitting with something for weeks, months or years – and just letting it ruminate and ferment. Or until I’ve gotten to the right place in my life, to say it properly. And sometimes, that requires letting yourself age too.

Thank you so very much for: Thank you so very much for these words.  I had been feeling a little down about being unable to attend worship services yesterday, because of the recent aggravations to my medical condition, and then this poem came as if a compensation.  Then your comment added additional joy for me. Thank you so much for commenting on this one.

My mother's three brothers: My mother's three brothers were in the European theater---two participated in D Day and the Battle of the Bulge; one was a pilot of a bomber.  All three survived, although the pilot passed away, several years afterward, from complications that could be traced back to wounds received.  My father enlisted in the Marines, was sent to the Pacific Theater, and served aboard the Nevada as a gunner's mate.  He helped operate the guns that shot down the Japanese suicide planes.  Ironically, my mother and her brothers were the children of two immigrants, one of whom was from Germany; but, to hear them talk, their German ancestry in no way ameliorated their fierce desire to combat, and ultimately defeat and destroy, the Third Reich and the Nazi Party.

Very perceptive and very: Very perceptive and very astute.  Our species has abandoned moral altruism for an unspiritual and immoral truancy, and we have too long ignored the great Poets---like yourself---who remind us of this unfortunate fact,

The first stanza births: The first stanza births picturesque and luminous imagery, the second blossoms into a majestic metaphor and the rest . . . Wow! It enters into some truly ethereal and elevated territory that interweaves sensuality with the sublime.   A praise-worthy creation I could read again and again and revel in as much as the first time.   Respect!