First, Prudentius was given a: First, Prudentius was given a name, then a life, then relationship... a good step to introduce us to Psychomachia and Peristephanon. Perhaps, she too shall be given a name, or should be. Thanks for having shared in 2001 & 2019.
The two excellent poets whose: The two excellent poets whose comments precede mine here have left me nothing to add. They have described this poem perfectly, so I can only add my applause for your poem and my full agreement to their remarks.
There is something quite: There is something quite fearful about injustice that irks the great Avenger. And when that day comes we shall all of is be held to account. Thanks for sharing this timely and needed poem.
This remarkable contemplation: This remarkable contemplation is a mirror that crashes through the illusion to set us free from the exhausting "Source of Our Hubris". You shined the light with penetrating and life-altering truth.
"we juggle every sort of miracle
to trick ourselves,
into believing otherwise"
Yes! Slam dunk. Superbly penned.
"I might have forgotten: "I might have forgotten you
But you won't let me
Until you take every part of me for yourself"
There is pain so unspeakable that it's almost a sacrilege to attempt to define it, or approach it without sounding melodramatic, but you pulled off a nearly superhuman feat by making us feel every shred of it with elegant, organic sincerity.
The metaphors leading up to the trickle of hope were astonishing in their intensity. You took bold strokes of imagery that paid off when they first shattered us and later added to the feeling of relief when you wrote, with striking beauty: "despair will forget my name".
A remarkable expression, forged in great sorrow and great strength.
I too owe a debt to Stella for her pep talks.
Thank you, dear talented: Thank you, dear talented friend, for your extremely encouraging feedback. What an unexpected and much-appreciated morale boost! Trust me, there's no shortage of brilliance and power in your gallery of word art. Again, thank you!
Makes one wonder whatever: Makes one wonder whatever happens to the 'cool kids' once the kids part becomes a thing of the past. Perhaps the delusion and the made up bliss continues in some 'grown-up' form or do they ever come down to earth. The folder is spot on - really felt that looking up to them is the epitome of squandered serendipity. Thanks for sharing, George. /Rik.
The other side of that: The other side of that pendulum swing, to be invincible and immortal where everything else about us says otherwise, striving for perfection and the gift of flight. Very deep and inescapable truths, Spinoza. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
I distinct moment of: I distinct moment of existence; one that cannot be altered... the slipping away and the longing are almost unbearable. Very relatable. Thanks for sharing.