I really like this poem (I am: I really like this poem (I am unfamiliar with your Poetry overall), and I applaud its metaphysical tone. The second stanza is exceptionally wise as a description not only of the metaphysical experience that the poem presents, but of a lot of ordinary and earthbound relationships (some of mine, from my youth, included). From time to time, the rhymes seem to stumble a bit, especially in the final stanza where they should be the most rigorously precise in order to deliver a parting emphasis as the poem concludes; but other than that, this is a most distinguished poem.
Thank you. I continue to: Thank you. I continue to regret my own worst hypocrisy, which was to relinquish the opportunity to love and be loved in early 1978. That relinquishment was accomplisbed by the insidious words of people very much like the (fictional) character I have attempted to portray in this poem.
Delicious read, how the red: Delicious read, how the red emboldens me. Hate hath so many different degrees, primarily I mean in correlation to the various principles transmitted via networks of social contagion in order to drive the nightmares of one another's pridefully perceived cultural swerves, yet prevalant and parellel in this all-redy-hell you see. Hypocrisy might be the term best fit for you yourself to grasp and humble by when all our monuments (once-upon-a-time) finally crumble.
I was thinking about this: I was thinking about this while watching a documentary on Studio 54. It closed in 1980. I was 14 so I obviously never went there. Then I was thinking about That 70s show. I graduated in 1984. I clearly missed high school in the 70s and Studio 54 and yet I sometimes have a sense of nostalgia. Oh, how we like to lie to ourselves about life.
I wrote this many years ago. : I wrote this many years ago. Found it as I was going thru an old spiral notebook. I believe I was talking about the social consequences one faces when staying above the fray and true to one's own self. It can be lonely at times.
Transported with delight by: Transported with delight by your brilliant humor and kind support. (You should see the halftime show. Smiling) Many thanks!
Your faith in me and your: Your faith in me and your poetic, surprisingly perceptive analysis keeps me reaching higher. How could I thank you enough in one lifetime? Better start now: thank you again and again!
Thank you! : You are so kind! I so appreciate your kind words. When I write I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve so I truly love to hear when others appreciate my work. Thank you!