What Starward said, plus my: What Starward said, plus my greatest respect for your stylistic prowess. The way you snatched the human experience and enshrined it in a minimum of timeless, impeccable words and with uncommon, poetic sleight of hand . . . miraculous. Stunning.
Cue the applause.
The impact of your mournful: The impact of your mournful and phenomenally beautiful expression lingers after the last line is read. Such graceful dexterity of language and meditative, heart-clutching expression. I completely resonated with every enthralling line. Loving it!
I love Styx! And your title: I love Styx! And your title made me think of their song, too.
Grand illusions rely on complexity. They are unraveled by simplicity. Love others, whether or not they appear to deserve it. Judge as little as possible. Touch the world gently, be the last to pull a sword. Be willing to take leaps of faiths for others, be faithful. Be honest, stand by your principles, and see out unity between all. The illusions starts to fade.
Deeply honored: What every poem strives for. I so happy that you connected with my poem! I thought was a good poem, but had no idea it would be so impactful to others. Thank you again for your kindness.
Wow!: I hope your health is improvin, and I added you to my prayer list. As for the saying, I'm sure I picked up in college or a boook. I don't think it's original, BUT, you made my day by sharing the effect it had. Praying for You & always write, even if. I one ever sees it.
My thanks to you Starward;: My thanks to you Starward; that image of sweater in contrast with a seasonal allusion was hoped to portray how love can sometimes be. And yes, that title was inspired by Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, which I was hopeful would be another contrast for texture in its reading.
In the final stanza, the: In the final stanza, the first two lines are among the most poignant I have ever read, in half a century of reading Poetry. Your lines are every bit as excellent as anything Wallace Stevens ever wrote in a similar mood.
Your title also made me think of Mozart's Eine Kleine Nacthmusik.
We've lost that sense of humor that helps guide us through : ..the struggle. And that innocence? I believe it's been left outside the pulsing wires of our most modern existance. Only that, inside it's us that are the neglected dogs being rained on.
I agree totally. It reminds..: I agree totally. It reminds me of a prayer my friend used to say at night when he was a kid..
Now I lay me down to sleep
These hunger pangs are running deep
If you see me, please don't wake
Unless you're giving me burgers and a shake
Where has the innocence of childhood gone?