Ah, oh well... that must have: Ah, oh well... that must have been it then! The memory is gradually presenting itself! It was a season that I lost my laptop to "natural causes."
Thanks! Your kind words..: Thanks! Your kind words are appreciated. So you think this poem is deep? Does that mean you think my other poems are shallow? I'll be waiting patiently for your apology. Just kidding. By the way, are you aware
SYLKIE SMOOTHIE = OH, I LIKE MOST, YES. Apology accepted. Thanks again.
I have been reading: I have been reading Patricia's poems for about four years, but still, each new poem she posts is an event, and a verbal mechanism for generating a sense of awe and wonder. And in this poem, she creates a phrase that resonates in such a deeply personal way that I had to read it a couple of times to make sure I was reading it right: the prayerlight of dusk. I have been reading poetry for over half a century, and I have read some very excellent phrases (although far less than the number of poems I have read), and prayerlight of dusk is one of those I shall never forget. At this late stage of my life, I can even pray that I shall die, when the hour comes, in the prayerlight of dusk. The depth of meaning in that phrase is as great as the thunderclap, two thousand years ago, in Vergil's phrase, "Cum Juno . . ." in the first book of the Aeneid.
If I may be anecdotal, even gushingly personal . . . I first saw the prayerlight of dusk in 1976, twice, in moments that were far more powerful than just watching a sunset. In the last couple of weeks, in the midst of severe bodily illness, I have been blessed to "reconnect" with my past in ways that are more significant to me than I would have thought, as if coming full circle, and the apex of that process is that phrase for which, Patricia, I will always be grateful.
Oh wow thankyoi cryptic bard: Oh wow thankyoi cryptic bard I read your stuff often and I.am so glad you appreciated this poem! Such an honour. Blessinhs ss
Your fascinating: Your fascinating introspection tunneled deep into a meditative, detached, nonjudgmental state I know well, and actually find refreshing, when it decides to shows up.
You described the anomalous state, the dichotomy, the disconcerting yet comfortable limbo where we stop fighting and struggling and we discover that polarity is not a choice between good or bad, joy or sorrow, light or darkness, but an observation that everything . . . just is, that opposites are, perhaps, just two sides of the same coin.
In this place you describe with pristine and graspable wisdom we can reboot, breathe and find cherished clarity. But you didn't just describe it, you brought us there. That's no small accomplishment!
Enjoyed the mind-stretching journey. Well done!
Quite beguiling poem: Quite beguiling poem encapsulating a unique emotional state that is both calming and unsettling. The juxtaposition of being unhurried yet moving swiftly, and feeling alone yet not lonely, creates a sense of balance and introspection. The curiosity and marvel at this peculiar experience are conveyed with clarity, making it's reader ponder the nature of such feelings. The imagery and reflections in your poem evoke a profound sense of self-awareness and acceptance of this enigmatic state. Thank you for sharing this intriguing and thought-provoking piece.
Such a powerful exploration: Such a powerful exploration of despair and redemption. It's vivid imagery and emotional depth convey the struggle of feeling lost and discarded, while also highlighting the search for salvation. The shift towards spiritual solace and the act of surrendering burdens is beautifully portrayed, offering a sense of hope and healing! What a lift!