Somewhere in every classical: Somewhere in every classical poet's past is an Icarian melody. I am glad to have found one in your coterie of poetry. Of late I have been contemplating my being remiss about the Daedalean side of things. Perhaps one day, that too shall take wing. Thanks for having shared this gem and keeping it in circulation.
To me there is no old poetry,: To me there is no old poetry, they are merely, shall we say, in another dimension or plane of experience (which we call Time) - there must be a 4th dimension quality to poems, its universality and its relevance. For some poems, we shall never have a face to face acquaintance with their creators, however big their names are/were. I am only glad that in the reading of this I was able to delve into the recesses of its thought and origin. Again, thank you, M. Patricia.
The comment below was sent: The comment below was sent from my old site (patriciajones). I noticed that I didn't reply to many of your very kind and encouraging comments on my work. So sorry! Things were crazy around that time. Hope everthing's going well for you. I enjoyed reading this victorious, faith-filled poem again. God bless.
I know it's been a long time.: I know it's been a long time. So sorry I didn't thank you sooner. I left comments on your poems from my old site: patriciajones. Hope you are well.
When I scribbled this I was: When I scribbled this I was in Arizona visiting the Grand Canyon and other surreal rockscapes I never thought I would fall in love with. I'm thrilled that you're visiting some of my oldies. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Cool Millionaires: Physicians, Profs, business owner - the wealthy I've known/know are not on my list. I'd relocate Trump's toupee, remove/loosen the "i" key from a certain computer dude's keyboard - poetic justice is the rule (or would be, if...) :D
Our country has had glitter: Our country has had glitter and perfume put on it's rotting, rancid fruit for a long time. But, after a while, no matter how much glitter you put on an apple, maggots come crawling out. The ruling class will move on to devour other states. The rest of us are headed towards their compost pile, to be reborn as they wish this nation to be reborn.