Engulfing: Just as one in the distance might see you and yours disappearing into those "penatrated meadows". A beautiful write that wastes not a word, and is both very ethereal and laced with elements of the profound (such as "surrounded by yesterdays aftermath").
This is one of my favorites: This is one of my favorites of yours. It has a powerful, tragic twist that helps to ponder the directionality of letting go, while also dealing with the "conventional" feelings of loss and mortality, both. Something we all have to grapple with at some point, if we live long enough. You and I are lucky to have made it, despite the tragedy that comes with the package of a lengthening life. Love you very much, my friend. I do miss you.
the true end to a given year:
Always loved the month of October, when the mischief nature of autumn swirls upon the air, before a winter slumber. Always felt to me, like the true end to a given year.
Thank you so very much. This: Thank you so very much. This was the first bloom in a small garden of poems that seem to be sprouting---not all of them science fiction---and your very complimentary and understanding comment encourages me to proceed with these. They all came to me at once, like, maybe, the way a composer might sketch out the themes of a four movement symphony, and then figure out the forms after that. I spent a large part of tonight in the ER with another clog, which happened just shortly after I posted the poem, so I did not get to put much thought into the others, but I certainly will now---now that your words have strengthened my resolve.
Let me just catch my breath: Let me just catch my breath here. The concept is psychological and sci fi horror at its finest, but you added that one volatile ingredient that took it from intriguing to enthralling and that's the heart-crushing drama of a complex character. There's a hurricane of clashing emotions swirling inside a captive with the worst sort of fate: having full possession of one's mental capabilities without a body or even the means of expression or needed closure after losing a loved one.
A less skilled narrator may have made it all about lost love and memories so beautiful they are a source of torment, but there are deep regrets as well, sewn poignantly into a shocking backstory that is rolled out with stunning speed without losing one stitch of effectiveness or lasting impact.
How you manage to construct such an epic with an economy of words and still keep the heart and soul of the reader spellbound is quite a feat. Amazing. A sense of terror and heartbreak hovers over the page after the last words are read, and there's an even greater sense that I just read something truly innovative, truly exceptional, truly great.
Bravo!