Thank you for the read and comment: I am not familiar with Josephine's headache, or are you just referencing the headache thing at bed in general? :) There's a joke about the husband bringing aspirin to the wife in bed...
I was hoping to protray his obvious lack of awareness of blazing lights and unlocked door. This was a boyfriend, a guest in the house, so not really his responsibility to secure the fortress. But I have a feeling because he lived with roommates, blazing lights and unlocked doors were not his concern when he closed his bedroom door for the night. But the comment, why do you take so long to go to bed...lovely fellow, but seriously dude? Especially at our age. The new boyfriend looks for undone things, quite nice.
Repentance is a daily groove,: Repentance is a daily groove, much like dying daily to self and continuing sanctification, very Pauline in thought and practise.
Not to be indelicate to: Not to be indelicate to anyone but reminds me of Josephine's headache; but this is more progressive. Our bedtime rituals at home are quite complex as well... requiring a synchronous effort like synchronised swimming (Esther Williams comes to mind there) otherwise flicking too many switches and getting back up to double check if anything is amiss or forgotten.... Eventually someone snores first and sleeps through the night. Love the final line - it brings all the strands together beautifully.
I could remember finishing: I could remember finishing the statement about the hibiscus, just saw some in full bloom on the way to work. I love the image and movement that these blooms are a self-soothing hug of the Earth
Thank you, stellar Poet, for: Thank you, stellar Poet, for the honor of your presence; that alone is gratifying, but I was particularly moved by your breathtaking view of my work and the fact that you narrowed your focus to the heart of my message.
You made my day!
I was delighted by the: I was delighted by the deftness of your creation: the way your cunning metaphor is carried on a stride of lilting meter, not unlike the pulse of our lives in the hands of a rambling “panhandler”.
A brilliant look at our relentless captor.
The neck up brought me back: The neck up brought me back to that old movie where the mad scientists wife got decapitated in a car accident. For me, it's my belly that's not cooperating, dieting or otherwise
Brought me back to that let: Brought me back to that let down when dad clinically explained how horses to be useful and happy needed to be broken in... I felt broken down and he totally missed the mark there. I lost my love of horses and developed an allergy to horse hair. Lol.