Thank you. In admitting I: Thank you. In admitting I was very nervous about this one, which took far longer to draft than I would have preferred, I am not just making a casual, offhand statement in pursuit of a false humility. I was terrified of getting the narrating voice wrong, which was only the worst of several problems I was anticipating. But your comment has put my fears to rest. And I thank you for that, and for your kind words.
Your expert storycrafting: Your expert storycrafting conspired with an entrancing conversational freedom to weave a highly significant and philosophical mini drama. The power of this commentary on the human species is in the point of view and the emotions of collective life forms on this momentous occasion.
Humans, like fleas on a dog, are doing a high-tech version of jumping off, taking with them with their brutal individualism, to a distant, artificial refuge that you cleverly described as hovering "almost menacingly". With those words you invite a momentary, unspoken question about their fate while staying focused on the collective thought of the more egalitarian beings left behind: "Good Riddance!"
The contrast between the self-centered escapees who had a ravenous appetite to "grasp what was not meant to be theirs" and the "UsWeOur" world view could open up extensive discussions on ethics, politics and theology, and that's the multilayered brilliance of your story.
An engaging story and brilliant thought piece.
Thanks for your reply. Most: Thanks for your reply. Most summers, I slow down in the writing of poems, but something about autumn picks me right up as well. I look forward to another ballad.
oh my I just saw this! life: oh my I just saw this! life has been so hectic as of late, but you know, something about autumn and the changing leaves feels ripe for writing another ballad. stay tuned.
It is always good when you: It is always good when you explain yourself at length. For one, a "very busy" poem can be misconstrued when the term is hardly ever used in its positive connotation! LOL. Thank you Starward for taking time and for noting the more salient features of this poem. The allusion to a steam locomotive's siderods and their motion is similar to my more compact image of piston movements in a car engine. Of course the locomotive image is more direct as the motion goes forward along the railroad tracks.
But perhaps the most significant observation you made are about the seasonal references of autumn and the double entendré of 'spring.' It is also notable that the ommisision of the word 'winter' tucks it underneath and in between the dynamic processes between the fall season and the season of reblossoming. Not that it was eradicated but not given a prominence as it denotes for many a darker, more sombre and sullen tone and feel.
In the end the main and most important thing is that there was good fun to be had in its reading above and beyond the poetic scavenger hunt that it had also thus provided. My gratitude and privilege.
This is a very busy poem, as: This is a very busy poem, as a lot of processes are going on---the clearing of smoke in the title, the dissipation of this night, the recall of dewey welcomes and of reviving umbilical dreams; leading to the igniting of autumnal reticence from which (so the hope is implied) genial kindnesses shall spring; and I appreciate the double meaning of the word, "spring," in a stanza that also mentions autumn.
We must always peruse the acumens of today, as it ceases, because it will return as tomorrow; and the acquired wisdom of today will be useful, even needful, tomorrow. And autumn's reticences must give way to spring's genial kindnesses---so we will rely on the day's acumens to keep those kindnesses fresh and applicable.
I like the pattern of the poem's lineation: the short lines followed by somewhat long lines---this gives me the impression (and perhaps I am weird) of the motion of a steam locomotive's siderods; and this is appropriate to the busy activity presented in the poem.
Sure, the message presented by the poem is profound, metaphysical profound, but reading the poem is also good fun, really good fun.
Thank you kindly Staward,: Thank you kindly Staward, your generous words are a reminder that words laid out and shared have a value beyond what can be expressed. From the first experiences of being read to and to the first attempts at turning the leaves of a new and unknown tale unbound by vicarious journeyings to those early awkward attempts at versification... well into the twilight moments of one's earthly journey, being humans of letters brings and gives continually past human longevity.
Thank you kindly for your: Thank you kindly for your insights that tunnel deep and beautifully to the heart of my expression.
A wonderful gift from a great wordsmith!
Plummeting torment is: Plummeting torment is depicted, with striking skill, in this concise trapdoor of the mind.
I'm particularly intrigued by the significance of the third line. Sage has powerful connections to metaphysics and healing, so the juxtaposition of the word "strangling" is startling and ominous.
Some serious chills. Brilliant!
You have such an evocative: You have such an evocative style with words: even a few of your words say more than most people's many words. This is one of the aspects of your Poetic talent and skill. In just a few lines, you set several processes in motion---like the multiple gears within the inner mechanism of a well-made (and uncomputerized) clock. The excellence of your poems continues to impress me.
Beekeeping is quite: Beekeeping is quite fascinating. We never undertook it but I remember as a child being taken to the forest to go honey hunting from wild bee hives that have been built into tree hollows and such.