Yes You May!: I miss A.T..
Sailed on: "...imposters of night diamonds." That line is sooooooo yes! - This poem shadows mine quite nicely, precisely. Thanks fo the life-time floating around in this well penned spiraled chasm. Love it ~A~
dirty water-bucket in your space/floor: A rare thymed poem :)
You can toss away anytime - liked your take on inspiration and the source of art - see, when Bishu's ego surfaces, wisdom walks around and struts a while, you dig? - be well and thanks for the original commentry - hugz, allets
Meh, been in the same place: Meh, been in the same place I've been my whole life... SURVIVING... Times are rough, but I'm accostumed to that, and as is my way, offer my assistance to those in need of that knowledge, or even just the support they might be lacking, because I've been there... NOBODY is truly alone.. Covid does suck though, and (I admit) has even tested MY rock hard resolve. but it is, what it is.
This is beautiful. It: This is beautiful. It inspired a poem of my own, which I entitled "Gatlinburg Tanka." I do not normally visit other poets' poems just to mention my own, but since your poem inspired mine, it seemed to me both appropriate and courteous to let you know about it.
Wow! Your best shot hit all: Wow! Your best shot hit all the right notes. You not only conjured a riveting and socially relevant story from the picture, but you pulled it off with haunting and dazzling style.
"Gods of culture needn't build a glass ceiling,
they merely ensure you cannot even lift off."
So true and so gorgeously penned.
Thank you. This was such an: Thank you. This was such an offhand poem that I would not have dared mention it in your presence, and yet you have honored it with a visit and a comment. The backstory is that the poem addresses certain people by old c.b. handles. TriDelta, especially, was quite the anomaly on channel 22: she had a Master's degree in Anthropology. The few times that, having been informed of such by her son who was a friend of mine, I spoke with her, she did not talk down to me (I had not even left for college yet), but treated me with respect and courtesy, and listened to my ideas about poetry (especially the poetry of John Milton) with great patience. I cannot begin to imagine the drivel that must have fallen from my mouth in her hearing, but I never felt intimidated by her background. (At that time, I thought anthropologists dug up fossilized cave-people.)
Predicting: Been watching Dexter again, the cutie killer who serializes sending beyond those most deserving. Humans do evil things to other humans. .
~S~.
Although I don't know the: Although I don't know the full story here, I have to commend you for your superior grace and style. "meet the future that is First and Last": stunning!
Revisiting this again, I find: Revisiting this again, I find it even more impressive. We do not have nearly enough poems from you; and I await upcoming posting with great anticipation.
Sounds Idyllic: .
I rode in a car to go get my jab this morning - things taken for granted. It was exciting! I saw the Detroit River from Cobo Hall renamed the TCF center. The sun on the water (and ice) was spectacular. Shot site beginning to hurt, touching band aid is very tender underneath. Realized, oh shock of shocks! Not a cure, which I knew, but prevents infection in those who do not have the disease ONLY. I wondered why people were still dying - mask up, stay c-19 free (if that is a real possibility). Enjoy the moments Jess. I am.
~S~.