Although brief, this poem: Although brief, this poem presents a choreography of multiple processes, and introduces them with the exquisite phrase "parallel shores of imagined worlds." The power of your verbal skill to evoke and deploy this kind of effect is proof, yet again, of the quality of your artistry. I was going to add that it approaches the effect of the finest instrumental music, but then I stopped myself because such a statement is inappropriate: what it should be, rather, is that the finest instrumental music can, sometimes, approach the effect of the superlative accomplishment that your Poetry is.
Satirical gold!
Your wry: Satirical gold!
Your wry wit crackled fiercely throughout your parody, cleverly enlivened with a realistic tone very recognizable as something spoken by an armchair historian. One can almost hear pompous, quasi-intellectual inflections and highbrow drawls in the diatribe. Beautiful!
And of course it's funny (And refreshing!) because that sort of biased and convoluted persuasion is identifiable and, for many people, it hits very close to home. Using this oration as a caricature of some Biblical "experts" was a flash of brilliance. Point made!
I devoured this with laughs and pleasure.
I applaud this very poignant: I applaud this very poignant poem, and its simile, but I dearly hope that you need not run back into the darkness, but into the glorious light of the next, and everlasting, life.
Been years since I have seen: Been years since I have seen your posts on this site, but this poem contains quite a bit of wisdom. Although my eye stumbled at the expletive in the fifteenth line, the final two lines just really knocked me over with their succinct statement of such profound, wide, and experienced advice. This kind of advice is always timely for all Poets, those who are long term members of this community, and those who are new.
It is not the Golden Rule,: It is not the Golden Rule, expressed by Christ Himself, that requires any amendment: it is human nature that requires amendment in order to observe the precept acceptably. And I speak as a very flawed and fallible (and multiple) failure to observe acceptably.
Thank you for the kind: Thank you for the kind affirmation. My failure embarrassed me twofold: I had neglected to reply a fellow member of PostPoems, which was compounded by being neglect of one of the most spiritual Poets on all of this site. Gosh, when I screw up, I do it royal, right? So, again, please accept my sincere gratitude for your reply.
Saiom, you have not merely: Saiom, you have not merely passed away
(as people who have no hope are wont to say):
rather (to use words Peter Cushing spoke of his dear
wife), you are not lost to us; you are just, at the moment, not here.
Starward
Please forgive me for failing: Please forgive me for failing to reply to this comment in a timely manner. I always love your theological insights, and this one, in the comment above, is one of your finest. I regret my negligence and delay to acknowledge it, and I ask your forgiveness.
Though it’s true those who stole..: Though it's true those who stole a continent from Native Americans
Were Europeans who were white
In no way am I saying what was done is right
But if you suffer from incontinence
European half the night
It's also true your bedsheets may no longer stay so white!
Thank you very much for that: Thank you very much for that comment. As always, you understand my intention; but, in my own self-doubt, I was still uncomfortable with the use of the slur words, and the easy callousness of the speaker toward the five victims that were executed. I think the ease with which these evil feelings can be imitated, even by one who most adamantly despises them, is an indicator of the spiritual flaws in all of us that someone like Lenin, Hitler, or the local agitator down the street or (as we shall all be facing in 2024) the Innkeeper himself can exploit. To simply say that those who are deemed to be different, or look different, or sound different, "will get what they deserve" is a most heinous attitude (and it is one that, I must confess, my ultra-reactionary parents attempted to instill into me before my adolescence; but my innate resentment toward their dismissal of all that was dear to me had the positive effect of preventing me from "buying into" their narrow world-view).
Your validation of this poem has removed all of my doubts about it.