Thank you. Although she and: Thank you. Although she and my father made great sacrifices to adopt me, giving me a historical surname that I am most unworthy to bear (just "Starward" will do), my mother's antagonism was difficult for me, at that time, to understand. Before I turned six years old, she actively criticized my burgeoning interest in classic horror stories, manifested for me, then, in the Universal films of 1931-1945. One of our nosiest neighbors suggested to my mother that I had become obsessed (as a young adolescent man, down the street, had been labeled with a Shakesperian obsession), and that obsession was a sign of mental instablity. This became the chief verbal weapon in my mother's arsenal, and she lost no opportunity to label any strong interest of mine as an obsession. That is one of the reasons why---in the week before Labor Day, 1968, when I received a glimpse of beauty that bestiired in me such a romance as to explain my nature even though I did not know the proper language of such an explanation---I could not tell her, even in the most oblique terms, of my experience. The following summer, when I first actively listened to "bubblegum pop" on my small AM radio, listening for several hours every day, she again deemed me obsessed. And you can imagine the storm set off when I announced, on October 13, 1975 (forty-seventh anniversary coming up), that I wanted to write Poetry.
Starward: Like Teytonon, I: Starward: Like Teytonon, I always learn something valuable from your comments. You shared some incredibly uplifting and magnificent insights with the perfect references. Thank you!
Teytonon: Your paraphrased quote hit the target of beauty and comfort as well. Thank you kindly.
Quite astonishing when even: Quite astonishing when even all nature seconds the motion of our hearts impression, mirroring who they were and what it has become for us. Quite a few things to resolve even years and decades after. And in the deepest part of us that seeking desire to honour them despite all the considerations. Powerful in its simplicity, that is the elegance of its expression.
Thank you for that comment. : Thank you for that comment. I am amazed at the number of Poets who suffered parentally caused difficulties (from one or both parents) during their childhoods and adolescences.
To paraphrase what Shakespeare said about Romeo,: To paraphrase what Shakespeare said about Romeo,
'When she shall die, take her, and cut her in little stars, and she will make the face of heaven so fine, that the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun'.
I always learn something from your comments. Thank you.
Thank you. The great actor,: Thank you. The great actor, Peter Cushing, a man very devout in his Faith (both as a metaphysical comfort and a code of conduct), believed that the seasons had been designed by God as a picture of the return of life and its entry into fullness. Allets is a reverse spelling of Stella---which, in Latin, means star. And, except along the equator and the poles, some stars become temporarily absent as the seasons change. But they return. And, to devices like the Hubble and the Webb, the stars are always present, because those devices are capable of looking toward any quadran of the celestian Heavens. So I would extend Cushing's metaphor: some stars, like Allets, are temporarily absent in this season; but always present to our Faith, which functions, metaphysically, like the Hubble and the Webb.
Allets was one of the: Allets was one of the outstanding Poets on this site; and the announcement of her passing is now made by another one of our outstanding Poets. I cherish a PM she sent me, two weeks prior to her passing, in which she inquired after my health. No mention of her own issues; no mention of the declining health that burdened her, simply a kind and compassionate inquiry about my own situation. Even at that extreme point on the arc of her life, she maintained that kind of altruistic dignity. The sovereign Grace of God, and the eternal ministry of God's Son, has brought her from this failing world into the eternal felicity of the better Kingdom.
Starward
Good day to you: I come to your limbo
Arms akimbo
What is my point?
Your poems, they never disappoint
Very creative, something daring
Thank you very much for sharing!
Oh no. That hits quite hard.: Oh no. That hits quite hard. And on my late dad's birthday as well. Now This year shall be marked by both their having passed on.
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