I am very grateful you chose to share these evolutionary thoughts with everyone. Writing poetry can be a wonderful experience, but you have also shown that it requires thoughtful patience. For my part, I am immensely grateful to have a supportive community of Poets and readers here on GA who have encouraged and guided me, too.
Oh, my. It sounds like a grand plan. What could possibly go wrong? The problem is, they can’t wait to find out what really could go wrong. Otherwise, someone else will be out to get them. I’m waiting, with bated breath, for the next chapter.
You’re right that these are not easy to read, but @Reader1810 is right. Your poetry is excellent. These are compelling words of passion and hurt. I hold you in my heart.
our Garden filled me with smiles and made me happy. on Love spoke to me we clarity and truth. Those last lines were awesome. for Tarek evokes images of selfless love, reminding me of the poem preceding it, and of the rebirth one finds in a garden. Taken together, these are a terrific trio.
I love these small gems, these delectable poetic small plates. Nature’s Glory is an instant favorite, as is your benediction in Goodnight. Loss speaks persistently to me, in melancholy, yet irresistible words. Thank you for posting these!
Michael, I think these are indeed gems. tim is right that you may need to take on the Poet designation soon. Each of these appealed to me, but I agree that the second may be more immediately personal. I am so glad you chose to respond to AC’s appeal.
Thank you so much for your encouraging comments. The geometry of Skyscrapers seem to lend themselves to centering - and these seemed to flow easily. I appreciated your thoughts on the first - speaking about sorrow and remembering through an object is precisely what I was trying to do. You were so good to read these.
Thank you, tim. That old blue tie is back on its rack again. I will see it there and be reminded of a certain voice, and the innumerable stories it told. I am glad you liked the second. It will warm my heart when the wind blows cold.
I dearly hope you will one day feel those passions. Perhaps this will be that year, in the same year you have no need of the funeral suit. May it be so. Thank you for reading these.