Thank you Stephen :-)
I: Thank you Stephen :-)
I popped over to your page and read several of your poems, I wish I could
write such in depth poetry. It’s very good.
Infatuation is fun up to a: Infatuation is fun up to a point. You just have to know when to let it go and move on with your life. It's only a problem if you allow it to turn into an obsession and then it can own you.
Your dedication is a precious: Your dedication is a precious gift because this intoxicating potion of words is precious. And I would praise it just as much without the generous dedication.
First, the gateway line: "Immersive nature". It opens the door dramatically, and invites us to be baptized in your cleverly composed river of truth.
The juxtaposition of "stars and stones" and the implication that both are equally astounding, because all creation is a miracle, was vital understanding as was the multilayered significance of "nectars and sweetness"
Like many great writers, you boldly coin words: "togethering" Loving that!
With the grace of Eastern poetry and the delicate splendor of a Ming vase, your poem takes a profound turn and tunnels deep with a contemplation on Oneness. And how do we achieve a true, transcendental connection to all things and the Creator itself?
"Stars and stones; seas and
shores; fields and flowers: do not
climb between, upon,
or over; rather, be drawn
among, or, intensely with."
Breathtaking ripples in the pool of understanding.
One of your best to date.
An image and a social: An image and a social commentary forms through the reading of this poem that brings both self reflection and an accurate summation of what surrounds us today. It also speaks to me about the state and trajectory of online (social platform) poetry. For some reason that is my personal takeaway, as if traversing an ever morphing desert landscape, all the while longing for the shore to show up on the horizon. Thanks for sharing.
I admire your ability to: I admire your ability to recite your poems to an audience. I panic and freeze for some reason. I could give you examples, but I'd rather just forget about them.
I'm afraid I'm one of the few people who are not on Facebook. Deleted my account for personal security reasons.
But thanks for the invite. I'm sure you were amazing.
Assignment of meaning is a: Assignment of meaning is a sacred altar to which the Reader is its holy keeper. It is saddening to note that many a reader take little or no account of this. To disrespect the poet is expected but to not accord the poem its due is just downright wrong.
As it is being read one can: As it is being read one can hear the humming and chanting. Perhaps we have Hollywood to thank for that, the silverscreen generation.
Each personal history is: Each personal history is valid and important, each a well worn journey in the fabric of our years, a raiment as varied as tapestry.
The sound of this fine poem: The sound of this fine poem aspires toward music . . . it almost as its own melody playing as one reads through the lines.