Intense, fed by a rapidly: Intense, fed by a rapidly developing, fast-flowing pace. The only line that disrupts this at all is "a place with no doors or windows". That may be because you set in motion a second rhyming pattern and so my mind was expecting it to continue. Otherwise, the struggle was poured out in an overwhelming fashion, just how it appears you felt it.
Though I wish you didn't experience what led to this write, you transformed it into something that others can relate to. Lemonade, at the least.
A shared suffering leads to..: a close with a big reveal that you are suffering alone. But yet, as you confess, it is by your own hand. This is not to say you are to fault, but rather that somewhere in you must be the key to step out of this tragedy into a story you more desire. Keep searching for it. Writing, I am convinced, means you are searching. All the best.
Curious, Interested, Thank you: You're tribute makes me curious enough to look into this man (the name rings a bell, to me, but I know nothing specific of him beyond what you've expressed to have seen in him, through your words).
Thank you very much for the: Thank you very much for the compliment. But, you are a far better artist than the window-dresser, although I am very glad that you visited the poem. I consider any comment from you to be a very high compliment, indeed.
By God!: I fearfully believe that I might be the living
embodiment of the Chief Window Dresser,
for whom this poem is an allegory of me.
That aside, I like the first-person narration;
it grants a depth with more personal vibe.
The last lines has an image so intimidating.
Breath leaves us, and the world spins on...
Poetry of a caring caregiver: Meaningful words, whose gentleness calls for gentle understanding of that which can be out of an aging person's controls. Especially appreciated it that Mrs. Boyte penned these, having experienced my dad going through some thing so similiar.
A beautiful string of words,: A beautiful string of words, and I absolutely love the flow of it. Through and through, your words feed energy to the reader. Certainly to this one. Pristine.
The path is fraught: ..with glittery bait, indeed.
I really love the line "being greedy will always proclaim you to be needy". Boy, how many studies have backed up what eyes such as yours have seen. Give a man a million dollars and he needs 2. Give a man a billion and...yea. The focus must be kept, for sure. Wisdom.
Two particularly profound: Two particularly profound lines you shared when you wrote this work:
"Keep it moving we lease this flesh"
and
"Destiny is certain life is not".
We borrow light from the stardust, but it does not shine within us on it's own.
I have walked a similar path: I have walked a similar path of emotions, dear stranger. It is enough to cope with the ending, in this life, the overlapping chapters of our separate books. It seems to be improbably harder yet to cope with the last chapter ending on a page we wish it hadn't, or feeling a key chapter was left blank. It took me many years to really grapple with this, and I still regress at times. It is the product of a great incompleteness and imperfection, but also truly love. Love and incompleteness are water and oil.
The one cure I know of, friend, is a certain faith. A faith that your mom knows how much you loved her. Mom's tend to be pretty keen on these things. And, also, that such a sense of incompleteness only exists because something deep inside us knows there are other opportunities that await at the end of our earthly journey. All the best to you. Thank you for sharing your profound pain. It is helpful booster medicine to this reader, even after all of these years.
A quality co-write : )
The: A quality co-write : )
The good news is that "where pain begins and joy ceases" is not where life started, so it can surely get back to joy again. A determination, even if in the sounds of a denial, that comes into play by the final verse.