Thank you so much. This is: Thank you so much. This is actually a poem I wrote in 1981 and it's the first time it has been presented. I have also placed it on my youtube channel.
Thx again :)
I have been reading Poetry: I have been reading Poetry since April of 1973. And in all that time of reading, I cannot remember encountering a poem that compared the Beloved to Poetry. The whole poem is excellently orchestrated: the rhyme scheme, the flow of the sense from line to line, and the delicacy of the emotion conveyed---all of it is choreographed, or perfectly balanced like the gears and escapement of a fine clock before the digitial age. I applaud your accomplishment here.
You were spot on in your: You were spot on in your assessment of my core message, and I couldn't feel more gratified that you not only used your mental laser-pointer to illuminate it, but presented it with overwhelming magnificence. A poet couldn't ask for more, but there was more . . .
After grasping my burning intention for many of my expressions, you defined my overall theme of unity as a "Cosmology". Just where, starbound Poet, do I begin to thank you for seeing and appreciating that?
I'm also thrilled by your very kind reassurance that my processes work. That means more than you can imagine and more than I could, in one lifetime, thank you for.
Peace and Light.
The power of this poem: The power of this poem functions on two levels: the beauty of its language, and the content that it presents to the reader. This is excellent work.
I woke in the middle of the: I woke in the middle of the night to find that this poem has posted; and as I have said for a couple of years now, a poem posted by Patricia is an event. This poem embodies that excitement. The supple slenderness of her brief lines reveals a profound depth of meaning that fully blossoms toward the conclusion of the poem.
Her poems are, primarily, poems of process. They are choreographies of those processes which, in her Poetry, normally take place on a cosmic scale or stage. If she writes about a flower blooming in some meadow, you can assume that there is also, in some part of the galaxy, a star emerging from a nebula and igniting unto light and warmth.
Her metaphors and similes are very dramatic, and the crows like priests that do not know what vows are, is downright comical. But whatever effect is rendered by her poetic devices, they are all carefully and skillfully directed to the same end: to describe the connectedness of all aspects of existing in a community of all things that exist. The blooming flower in a meadow on earth shares a fellowship with the newly emerged and glowing star. Whiile this is Poetry, and no one can dispute that fact, it is also a fully functional Cosmology (but without all the tedious mathematical equations; one need not have studied Calculus to understand her Poetry).
Like Wallace Stevens' Poetry, Patricia's has a deliberate center of gravity which is usually deep within the poem, and in this particular poem it is in the final eight lines. Here she shows us the connectedness or community of all existence: everything has to do with everything everywhere. This is a cosmologically credal statement---as self-evident as any of Euclid's axioms, but even more essential. The connectedness of all things is axiomatic because all things were created by God, the name of Whom was revealed to Apostle John (chosen appropriately from among them all) as Love. And Love has given the task of explication to certain Poets . . . not every Poet, but only a chosen few, among whom is Patriciajj.
That's so sumptuously: That's so sumptuously beautiful and spontaneous! You certainly have an innate gift. Thank you kindly for honoring me with it. Keep penning, splendid Poet.
Thank you so much for your: Thank you so much for your kind words, and for visiting my YouTube channel, they are so appreciated. Not getting many views on YouTube sadly.
Here is my poem to you, that has sprung from your beautiful compliment.
In whispered tones so softly sent,
A compliment as heavens’ scent,
Where words, like dew on morning's bloom,
Illuminate the subtlest gloom.
O blesséd speech that thus imparts
A summer's warmth to winter hearts!
Thy gracious air, with charm replete,
Makes every echoed pulse so sweet...
It was pure pleasure to read: It was pure pleasure to read this vibrantly woven, glittering and lighthearted ode to dreamcatchers. My daughter suffered from nightmares when she was young, and the only cure seemed to be mom sleeping in her room, but just for fun I bought her a beautiful dreamcatcher for her wall.
Always loved them and I loved your crisp, mystical, lilting description of them in this marvelous poem.
I will definitely check out your YouTube channel!
Yes, when I was younger, I: Yes, when I was younger, I had hopes of visiting there, as well as other sites in Paris, but the circumstances of my life have made that only wishful thinking.
Oscar Wilde, Moliere,: Oscar Wilde, Moliere, Appolonaire, Edith Piaf, Balzac, Gertrude Stein, Collette, Paul Eluard, Delacroix, Camille Pissarro, Victor Hugo, Marcel Duchamp and many others are also buried at Pere Lachaise. It is an interesting and solemn way to pass a couple hours if you ever find yourself idling in Paris and need something to do.
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