I read this twice because of: I read this twice because of its intricacy and power. From your summit of vast perspective and profound insight, you turned your (And our!) "stagnant lifestyle" into a magnificent, precious gift. Your "pristine heart" gives us a latern of beauty to marvel at, to live by.
Truly inspired art.
I was captivated by the first: I was captivated by the first stanza that has the majesty of a sweeping overture as you present astounding analogies illustrating the transience of human life. Quickly it swells into moving declarations of realities we often hide from, but need to remember in order to keep a broader perspective and an appreciation for the time we now have.
You say it with elegant candor as you shift our focus to a time-worn grave and thoughts beyond our tiny, fleeting lives.
But what I found most intriguing was your title. From Bulgarian (I hope I got that right) it translates as "freedom". How perfect!
I gained much from this poem. Thank you.
Thank you! Every tree that: Thank you! Every tree that falls is a tragedy. We lose more beauty, climate stability, privacy, clean air, habitat for wildlife, physical and mental health, fertlile soil, noise control, light pollution control and hundreds of years of miraculous life. I wish more people were as dedicated to saving them as you are. Love the sense of irony here. Service! What a joke.
War Description: A commentary on how to feel (or not) about war. Well said and thought provoking. "pretense" brings us forward to living as war works better. I am a veteran of life. :D
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Lady A
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I hadn't had church in mind: I hadn't had church in mind when I wrote it but your comment has helped me see it from a completely different angle. Thanks Lady A, great insight as ever! xP
Phalluses: Extra ones on the male shoulders like lollipops - so that sexism can be equitable. We could knit them little muffs for winter, but Dali would smile. I saw Persistence of Memory at the Chicago Inst. Of Art . I sttod mesmerized for half an hour. Steven's model painting, The blue guitar, is also there. :D
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Lady A
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Isolation And Trust: .
Periodically, we all withdraw from social tragedies, it is a risk. Women can be the hero of their life or victims, searching perpetually for a sitcom family and friends life or picking up the reigns and yelling, H'Yaaa!!! And you are off.
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Covid has not stopped me. I bother everyone with texts. I gave up fb (Meta) too intrusive. Family has gone virtual. I still send cards and write letter - inserting poems in them. I am re-reading my library. Time to hit the second hand bookstore to find your favorite authors! We only thrive as social animals! It requires cultivation of a shiekding and healthy dose of not following. lead!.
Lady A
Be well.
I wondered if you might have: I wondered if you might have a Christmas insight for us, and here it is. I think sometimes we forget that the elegac mood is as appropriate to Christmas as festive carolling. In the calendar of liturgical churches, Christmas is followed by the commemoration of multiple murders---the lynching of Deacon Stephen (the 26th), and Herod's mass murder of the children in Bethlehem (the 28th). Thank you for reminding us of our losses at a time when human nature, being damaged, is often tempted to forget or ignore them.
Your comment was one of those: Your comment was one of those brilliant gems "in the wordmine". I'm thrilled that you can relate because what truly matters is the reader: what did I give? Thank you for your validation and sharp insight. It means so much.