I am glad you think it beautiful. As I said to tim, it is the sound of Mom's laughter and amusement I still hear echoing in my mind. Joy was her companion, I think. And it was a pure delight to post this on Skinny's birthday. He was so pleased to show me this form.
Thank you, tim. My own mathematical eye had trouble discerning the pattern of end words at first. Eventually things seemed to click. Mom would probably have blushed and laughed - more than anything, it is the sound of laughter that still rings in my head.
@AC Benus...Exactly. I suppose answers like that would tax their databases, but think of the AI gold mine that could be. Musical preferences tell huge amounts about personality....
@Daddydavek....The Academic Festival Overture is one of my all time favorites.
And here is a bonus poem from the world of online banking...
My bank
required questions
for access to accounts:
"Who's your favorite composer?"
was posed.
How could
they expect me to answer that?
I could name a dozen
before I took
one breath.
Eulogy
You always were both person and a place
where everything felt absolutely right;
as long as we were sitting face to face,
the world beheld within your smile's embrace,
we scintillated in that golden light
surrounding those you'd chosen to invite.
And everyone was to your heart invite,
no person in your home was out of place
where conversation affable and light
made welcome all who sat at left or right,
as long as they good humor would embrace,
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I continue to find your work interesting, engaging, and provoking. You explore the question - more than merely rhetorical - why not be exactly who you think you are? In so doing, you give us all both courage and food for thought.
Thank you so much. This pair of men simply got under my skin; and the mixup was just too good to dream about. As a teacher, I shudder to think about what the other speaker must have been like. I appreciate your kind remarks, coming from such a gifted writer as yourself.
tim, thank you for taking me on your journey. The Heron and the Redwing, two of my favorite creatures, were captured perfectly by your poetic camera. More important, your reflections illuminate your mind and experience. Beautiful.
This is fantastic writing. A chapter packed with information and emotion. If it had pages, I would not be able to stop turning them. Love that Louis is from The Rock. Great addition.
Morning is a dance to love, as you noted. Perhaps more exuberant than is often my style, but I am glad you like it. Evening remembers and wishes. Your memories are like mine, and it was meant to wrap them together.
Many thanks for reading and commenting.
This is a nifty short piece. It puts me in mind of instructive verses so beloved of my grandparents' generation. I can hear my grandmother in your words...
You liked the Renga, then? I found the rhyme and connected themes to be irresistible. I hope they worked out. Your words make me blush; Morning was just pure fun to write. Evening sounded the more musical to my ear; I actually had an old folk tune going in my head as I wrote it. Thank you so much for your very kind and generous remarks. My head is completely turned!