Yeah, I hear ya Evan.: Yeah, I hear ya Evan. Sometimes a poem is what it is and will unfold as we write it, no matter how much we may try to make it conform to specific structures.
Oh, pardon for the mistaken: Oh, pardon for the mistaken identity but the sentiment remains.
On a side note, a sister of mine is named Millie and she is no bull terrier, more of a poodle perhaps.
Bard,
It's funny, I wanted: Bard,
It's funny, I wanted to turn this into a sonnet but after the first quatrain, nothing else wanted to be written. Glad you enjoyed it!
Oh well, somewhere sometime: Oh well, somewhere sometime it has been said that we are best not to look at our weaknesses through our strengths, it is hardly fair or beneficial. Failed is quite a strong word. We do well to work with what we are aware of and allow the rest to reveal themselves to us as we go along our journey of life. Pardon if that may sound sanctimonious, but there is beauty where it is seen. And my thanks for keeping your poems available.
Thank you kindly.: This is one of my few scratchings I don't automatically hate. Maybe it was the simplicity and not trying so hard to emulate my heroes.
Cheers: Thank you for your kind words. I know my strengths lie more as a critic first and failed poet second (sorry Eliot/Tchaikovsky I'm mature so I'll steal ).
Thank you! Sentiments appreciated. : Alas no, that is my 15 yr old cat. Still going strong despite his weight issues. Millie was a Bull terrier x English staffy.
melodic and beautiful in its: melodic and beautiful in its flow and then the punch at the last stanza, wow! Pulls on the heartstrings and the sensibilities.
The build up was growing in: The build up was growing in intensity and capped off with a solid and definite last stanza. A true call to arms of sorts and quite persuasive. Planting and reaping all the way!
The thing about Job that: The thing about Job that eluded me all these decades is that our sentiments and thoughts go Job-ward instinctively and thus lose the complete message of the God-ward as exemplified by the last 2 stanzas; the One whom is revered and to Whom is the battle, who is and was and is to come. A tour de force!
Oh the number of pet funerals: Oh the number of pet funerals we had in our childhood and the looks of disapproval as we disfigured mother's landscaping as we transformed the lawns and gardens into our very own pet cemetery. Even our kids acted out this primal instinct and their memorials have began to surely rise and take shape and the hope is the grandkids would do the same. And the diplomatic and respectful thing to do is to build and landscape arouind these cemeteries as they are a reflection of who we are and what we love.