Thank you for that comment,: Thank you for that comment, and the compliment it contains. I especially enjoyed your reminiscences---especially that wonderful phrase, "jealously guarded component of self and individuality." That feeling of self and individuality did not come, for me, until July 10th of the following year, when Cerulean helped me find the appellation Starwatcher; but the first steps toward receiving the gift of that name were taken on October 13, 1975. I remember very few dates from that period; I was not wise enough to document stuff in a journal.
To have grown up in a home as you have described it must have been a most delightful experience. Poetry, except for limericks, was pretty much avoided in my parents' house. I had been disappointing them for years, and this choice aggravated them more than any other that I had made.
I am very grateful for your comment, and what you shared with me about your background. Knowing that information equips me to enjoy your Poetry the more.
This is a very important date: This is a very important date and you are blessed to remember and document it. For my part the date is now lost in time as there was not much of a real decision to make, our home abounding in Shakespeare and Wordsworth among the other seemingly countless poets and literatti, both reading and writing and even on occasion, 'performing.' But I do recall when the tide turned and the pen was taken up with more intention and determination around the pubescent years onward when the personal independent voice became a growing force and jealously guarded component of self and individuality. And there is that angle to be witnessed in your history of 'life-poetry.' Thanks for sharing your writing journey.
I re-read this comment just: I re-read this comment just this afternoon. In my situation, I am probably closer to death now than I was when you wrote the comment and when I wrote the poem. Although I have believed far less longer than I have not believed (I did not really become a Christian until I was thirty-five; I am now sixty-four), I have no real fear of death. Althouogh I am not eager to part temporarily from my loved ones, I am eager to enter the presence of the Loving and Loved One who died my death so that I could live in His Life eternally.
Seventeen years ago, I failed: Seventeen years ago, I failed to reply to this excellent testimony. I heartily and sincerely plead for your forgiveness for this affront, which was not intentional. Thank you for placing this wonderful commentl and, again, I am so, so sorry for failing to have replied to it.
Over eighteen years late, I: Over eighteen years late, I apologize for my delay in replying, and I thank you for the comment, and for pointing out the typo, which apparently I did correct. I am as bad at replying in timely manners as I am in proofreading. Please forgive me.
I apologize for failing to: I apologize for failing to reply to this comment in a timely manner. Although over sixteen years late in saying this, I do deeply appreciate your visit to the poem and your comment. Thank you, and please forgive my lateness.
If this is correct, I will: If this is correct, I will truly miss her. I enjoyed our comment threads as well as our private message threads. She was a gem.
I noticed you have a lot of: I noticed you have a lot of imaginative screen names on various sites. For some reason I never took the time to create a persona using a unique name.
I'm pleased my title took you back. Thank you for leaving such uplifting feedback.
And though at times the snowy: And though at times the snowy landscape of poetry may be barren that is what it is and all the creatures that do not hibernate and all the evergreens that do not bow to frost or hail become as Cinderella's coterie (snowy owls, snow leopards and such) rare but move in that milieu as if it were another Season!