Brings a thought: could the: Brings a thought: could the cold stone marble slab in its silence and only the desolate breeze be an exact quietude after a fireworks display of an earthly roadtrip into the hereafter? The engraved letters in the cold light of a silent moon mute the sound of their meaning still.... that after the autumn equinox the cold of winter's reticence, her chilly fingers pass and caress.
it's great
conversing with: it's great
conversing with crickets
and jotting down the words
committed to the muse
unrelenting in inspiration
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Tres interresant! In many: Tres interresant! In many mysterious ways divine communication arrives our way. The onus is on us to listen and receive what is and refuse what does not produce shalom in the spirit.
Thanks Starward. We are wise: Thanks Starward. We are wise to pick up from life's dealings and observations, and to put these to words is a way to commit to memory and to learn/relearn these useful truths. I am glad that they are well received and enjoyed.
Perhaps this is my conception: Perhaps this is my conception of what haiku and similar types of poetry are like in the western poetic tradition, not so much the form and structure but the feel and object of function, e.g. the observation of nature in haiku and here and observation of a natural course of being within a set of life circumstances. I am blessed to have this recognised by those that have read and given word of their reading. I thank you with all the gratefulness of one aiming to live a well thought out life.
Many thanks Starward. The: Many thanks Starward. The tone had to be gentle with respect to the theme and emotional height of the moment in which the poem's tale takes place. I am just glad that in this particular case it worked out. Your feedback has assured me of this without a speck of doubt. Cheers! Rik.
Thanks most kindly for that: Thanks most kindly for that most appreciated comment. It may be that we are closer to each other in time than he was and the feel of the place I am sure is quite different 'these days' to the days of yore. I am particularly humbled that the first words struck that chord of recognition and connection. This to me is an indication that this poem may just have enough of itself to go beyond the years that are allotted for my sojourn here in this earthly life. Your words are a true encouragement.
This is quite a beautiful: This is quite a beautiful love poem, somewhat elegaic in tone, but very moving---and very accurate to the experience of many---nonetheless.
I cannot think of this as: I cannot think of this as being pale in comparison to any other poem. As I read the first words, I began to think of Sandburg, and I like your poem better than his.
Thanks for that reply. This: Thanks for that reply. This afternoon was a little rough for my health (or what's left of it, lol), but I was so excited by reading this poem that I wanted to get my comments onscreen as they formed in my head. You brough to your poem quite an ancestry: Homer, for the epic quality; Catullus (whom I failed to mention earlier) for the epyllionic form; and Cavafy for the use of Ithaca as a journey metaphor. This, alone, is quite an achievement; but then, with the precision of your metaphors and similes (your word combinations never fail to amaze me), you knocked it out of the park and into the realm of High Literature. I am glad to have seen this poem in the short term; and, in the long term, many others will see it, and respond to it, and talk or write about it---of that, I am confident.
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