Thank you. The cause of the: Thank you. The cause of the poem was a statement that art must occur "naturally," that it cannot be planned but must have an almost vegetal growth and expansion. Yet, the growth and expansion demonstrated by vegetal life is very accurately controlled---as to shape, function, purpose---by inherited genetic material. In that way, a cabbage will always be a cabbage, and will not mutate into a sunflower or a hermit crab.
Applause. Admittedly, what I: Applause. Admittedly, what I know of the Tarot (I assume you are alluding to tarot cards) is restricted to Eliot's use of them in The Waste Land, but I sure to like this poem.
I found this poetic reminder: I found this poetic reminder very comforting: a warm blanket against howling, biting reality. What a wonderful gesture to turn your talent into precious, uplifting refreshment. Thank you for sharing.
Not only a serene and: Not only a serene and gorgeous contemplation, but exhibit A that there is intelligent design. An all-around graceful and brilliant invitation to ponder, examine and truly connect with nature. As a raging tree-hugger, I'm embracing this marvel!
Hey Evan, his takes me back: Hey Evan, this poem deliciously takes me back to the many funerals that dotted my childhood and more recently now that many of my generation are crossing over. There was this instinctual knowing that the coffin and the body in it was much like an empty bus at the terminus, both passengers and driver gone and the depot locked up for the night. Strange way to see it, but I dare say that little Rik was also a strange sort of child. Thanks for sharing, Rik.
Thank you, sir.: Like mentioned to you time and again, I am grateful for it and for the indulgent comments that I am receiving while going through my own work myself (as I learn more about the English literature itself or its related grammar). I wanted to take this opportunity to also inform you that I'm initially unable to reply before (i.e once I was back online to recheck my inbox in my usual workdays) when I have just received a comment—in that long stretch—while you already had given it, due to I have not attended to it in earnest (although a notification was e-mailed to me, found in the periphery while parsing my other e-mails, whenever it, i.e. PostPoems, automatically sends those notices) around the abrupt time when you just did give me a truthful comment in a single line. That's because I'm out and about & was busy with city life demands and with my multiple jobs at the time.
Until here, as I try to go around with language use, learning more on it (meter, essence, rhythmic flow, and the formality involved in poetry..et al), I am quite humbled.. (with self-deprecation, admittedly).
We all do, it appears. And: We all do, it appears. And those that are quite unforgotten could make their way into our poetry as well, amazing how things are!
Thanks Evan, it is a: Thanks Evan, it is a fascinating language dynamic and even more varied as it deals with poetry which many deam the transcendent and pinnacle of the many different communication forms.
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