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!
Once again I failed to: Once again I failed to acknowledge these words in a timely manner and for that I apologize most sincerely and abjectly. And I also am very thankful for those words. I am sorry that I am having such a bad month,
I have been reading Poetry: I have been reading Poetry for fifty years as of this past April. Rarely have I encountered so much wisdom compressed into such a small space, and all the more powerful for its brevity. One would think humanity would learn to stop holding grudges, or would have evolved beyond such pettiness. But one of the most ancient functions of Poetry is to remind us of the best of ourselves, and how far we allow our daily lives to drift from the best of those patterns. In posting this poem, you have done much to help others; and, despite my own stubbornness with a grudge, you have actually also helped even an old fool like me.
What a haunting metaphor of,: What a haunting metaphor of, or for, despair you have created here. I particularly like the word play in the first line, and between the fifth and seventh lines. Your customary verbal skill is well displayed in the poem.