"Faulting ears" seem to be a: "Faulting ears" seem to be a natural enemy to poems and a fearful inevitability for poets to encounter. But the enduring love that bring memories to life give a freedom to feel and heal even in times of grief. May you mourn well and move into the celebration of friendship's love.
Seen as a poetic summation of: Seen as a poetic summation of sorts, that is both a succinct and useful description of what took place here. And for that I am most thankful dear Starward. There is a tinge of rue that presence is all that will come off of this but I may be proven wrong yet again in these feelings. So for now it is forward and onward. The Muse calls.
Thank you. I guess I just: Thank you. I guess I just wanted to explain why a few, a very few, of my poems are duplicated. I have been at postpoems long enough that I feel like I need not be accused of seeking unwarranted attention with duolicates, or padding out my own numbers---which has never been part of my purpose in posting here.
That reminds me of the: That reminds me of the closeness between me and my best friend since kindergarten: the closeness, an intensely delightful closeness, that we shared during through elementary school became, suddenly, subversive (according to parental authorities) when we entered adolescence, because, in our small town at that time, two adolescent boys who shared close friendships were often the target of homophobia.
Thank you. I love the way: Thank you. I love the way that Faith can energize certainl landmarks so that, when we visit, we become aware of more than just a local dimension at the site. One of those sites, for me, is my Grandpanents' rural home which, for me, was very often associated with Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. And the place where I first embraced the Christian Faith is, of course, paramount among those sacred places.
Thank you. For some reason,: Thank you. For some reason, I have always associated lavender with lilac, and lilac with Easter (probably because my grandmother's lilac bush always bloomed around or after Easter). The use of the color as a prejudicial label is offensive to me. It should be restored to its soothing properties, both as an herb and as a color.
This reminds me of the work: This reminds me of the work of the Hellenic Poets, like Callimachus, who reduced the bulky "epic-ness" of certain myths to briefer poems that were more easily read, even memorized, and that still presented the mythical story just as forcefully . . . as you have certainly done here. Another excellent poem from a consistently excellent Poet. Your presence on Postpoems makes it better and better.
The thoughts and meditation,: The thoughts and meditation, the peace and hope that ripple forth and onward from this prayer slash declaration both brings God the glory and rehearses the inner person in the blessings that follow.
A "lavender scare," that does: A "lavender scare," that does raise the proverbial eyebrow and calls for a look into. Lavender in my head is a soothing and healing plant with medical qualities.