Talk about aging gracefully!: Your world may be shrinking,
But your vision is bursting it's boundaries!
Hope to meet you one day in that place you so aptly envision.
Peace!
“a pause leans into: “a pause leans into itself”
I could have stopped right there and felt the full force of your blazing pen.
But the best was yet to come. Like all fine, atmospheric art in any form, just a wisp of detail or an evocative visual surging with memory, so much like “reverb”, so restless in stillness, creates more than a feeling: it conjures an experience.
As always, a stunner.
This has to be one of the: This has to be one of the most ravishingly beautiful love poems I have ever had the privilege to read. This stellar tribute has an ageless, explosive, fanciful feeling worthy of the astronomical metaphors you sculpted into eloquence.
And that’s no small accomplishment.
A heart melting jewel.
Love the cute foreboding: Love the cute foreboding elements of horror on that end-line there: a creature, as it were, reluctantly 'trembling in the beams' or so it seems to me, at least
Thanks! The poem was: Thanks! The poem was inspired by bullying I experienced between 1969 and 1974, and now I think I understand their motives and their real lack of self-confidence that they concealed behind almost constant verbal abuse, punctuated by physical assault from time to time. The epithet they constructed around me, "Fairy Jerry" had lingering effects that did not stop until dusk on July 10th, 1976, when I was led to my c.b. handle,"Starwatcher." That, and the distortions of our factory defective c.b., which turned my pipsqueak voice into a heavy baritone, compensated me for the earlier bullying.
I can see this one presented: I can see this one presented in videotape, the way you say 'watercolor fade' beautiful word by the way, fade, say it slowly 'faaade' makes me smile inside