I am so very sorry for having: I am so very sorry for having failed to reply to this in a timely way. Please forgive me. I find that more and more, as this medical condition continues to afflict me, that I am the more careless about keeping up. This is not in any intentional.
The compliment you have given me in this comment is very encouraging at this difficult time. But, I gladly admit, I can only write such a comment when inspired to an exponential level by your Poetry. I fully expect some of my interpretations of your work to be overturned by future readers and scholars; but being able to make those interpretations early, as the work is assembling itself before my eyes, is a privilege. I can only liken it to those astronomers who are watching such amazing things, unseen before, coming into view through the Webb Telescope: their conclusion may also be overturned by future scientists, but those astronomers who saw the first transmissions from the Webb have had an experience that cannot be exactly repeated. When your work is complete, it wil be a magnificent edifice (if I may borrow one of Pop Stevens' metaphors); but, when it is complete, the assembling of it will never be seen again. That's the part I am glad to watch now: to see this great star of many facets emerging into the sky over PostPoems.
Please forgive me for failing: Please forgive me for failing to reply timely; and I thank you for the kind words about my comment. But the power of Patricia's Poetry is such that my comments become more elaborate than is customary for me. Even having studied Eliot, Stevens and Vergil during and after college, I can truly say that her Poems always exceed, but always reward, my highest expectations.
My Spaniel's name is Harvey,: My Spaniel's name is Harvey, he was a Golden Cocker Spaniel, he was my Soul dog I've had dogs all my life but never had the deep empathy I shared with him. He made the world better, and helped me see and connect with nature, the poems just flowed from my pen like never before. I lost him 6 years ago and it still hurts as much.
For about 4 years I couldn't write anything other than my feelings of loss. I've written poems since I was 11 so not to have the desire to write was very strange. I asked Harvey to help me write again and he has. I know he is still here, so are my cats that I lost a few years ago. Time flows back and forth and sometimes it briefly connects us once again.
What a joy to relish and bask: What a joy to relish and bask in to have someone and/or be someone's home.
And the vow, the pact, the covenant between the two is so uplifting, so encouraging.
Safe in each other's hold!
A very haunting image and: A very haunting image and feel Keisuke-san! Now that spring is here we are dreading the stin of summer heat. Or perhaps that is just me. There is then that 'white road without snow.' A pleasure to read. Much enjoyed.
Thank you. I, too, still: Thank you. I, too, still grieve for Penny (who was more my father's dog) and moreso for Monica (who was my dog). I never thought I would find another dog with as much empathy as Monica until we adopted Zoey (who was an unwanted pet prior to joining our household), over ten years ago. She has now become sedentary and is slowing down in a big way. My heart grieves that we must face another loss, but that makes the time we have left with her so much more precious. And my Faith tells me that death is only a temporary parting in the transfer from here to There, so I look forward to that reunion.
If I may ask, what was your Spaniel's name?
Thank you. During my: Thank you. During my childhood and adolescence, I had very few opportunities to "turn the tables" on my parents, or to be able to hold "dish back to them" what they constantly "dished out" to me. This was one of those few occasions.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
Thank you, gifted lyricist,: Thank you, gifted lyricist, for stopping by and leaving such uplifting feedback. Looking forward to reading more of your work as well.
Fantastic! You compressed so: Fantastic! You compressed so much atmosphere and some real chills into this cleverly subtle work of art. The ordinary transformed into the extraordinary: the unearthly. Truly brilliant.
I'm thrilled to have: I'm thrilled to have discovered your vibrant, hard-driving and evocative work. I'm not sure what part of the Blue Ridge Mountains your screen name refers to, but I spend a lot of time up there on the Virginia side.
This is amazing! I know I'm reading some dynamic lyrics when I can hear the tempo and absorb the ambiance, the essence, of the song without sound. Here you infuse a stirring and compelling defiance into a rhythm that rocks and hums like a pick up truck down a back road.
Your skill for weaving impeccably chosen, striking words into what I imagine to be a catchy rhythm and melody is very impressive, and the theme is relevant without being dated in any way.
Oh, and I'm loving that bridge! Feeling it. It stitches it all together and adds a flash of upbeat beauty to the poignant expression.
I'm particularly enchanted with the folksy, ingenious eloquence, unfortunately rare in contemporary music, that really pops in some lines:
"Underneath the skin
Nothing but a pin
Holding all the pieces down"
Brilliant.
Looking forward to the finished creation. So far, a stunning introduction to your talent.