I cheer
my proud brothers,
storied men, courage clad,
robed in brightest declarative
garments;
but while
we celebrate joys and triumphs,
forget not those drab dressed
shadows who just
survive.
Declan is neither so besotted that he cannot help notice what Bailey wants to hide, nor so dense as not to wonder about it. Now will Bailey let Declan inside his hurt? Beautifully done.
I see the face of courage in your mirror. I see the body of one who cares. You tell us of a distance and numbness in this, and I sense that, too. But your poem tells out that you are still yourself, the one who is loved.
Jeez, what a trip! The traffic stop portion was terribly important. Should be required reading. And what a lesson for someone who misread CJ completely. Great fun in traveling, as always.
Oh boy. Cliffhanger maybe, but it gives everyone a week to run for cover from the possible explosion.
As for the main body of the chapter, Alek being tender and kind with Liam is immensely touching. And Liam clearly appreciates it. And he helps Liam press charges, no small matter. But now we get to see a choice Alek has to make.
The metaphor of dried up rivers and arid watercourses and beaches erased in the tides all reinforce the notions of change and emptiness. I can see the beach, and the sere, dry river. Melancholy and beautiful.
How could I not love these? They are as beautiful as the world you write about. Message for Me is very powerful, and I especially like the final line. Promise makes me envy the one to who you wrote it, for you are as constant as the spring. Indeed the glorious transient spring is on full display in Life is Short. You remind me that life, like the spring, is meant to be loved for its own sake while we have it. And I think I want to frame the first stanza of Shedding. Wonderful!
You are most kind, brother. I would not transport you to the place, but to the grace; not to the pain, but to the love. If that's where you go, then this hit its mark. Thank you for reading and responding.
Lost Boy brought up all sorts of ideas. First I pondered the nature of relationships, and giving; next, you forced me to think about loss. It is a brilliantly compelling poem. Found is far more in the present, more raw. In this you place me in your shoes, seeing through your eyes. You make the reader try to feel your hope and your emptiness, utterly successfully.
I shall have to give two week's notice to the KGB tomorrow. Seriously, I am glad you got a kick out of Ellie's return with the speargun. Kenny really got what was coming to him. Scott was so happy to have Graham back that he must've forgotten about Kenny. Or at least, imagined he'd slipped away from him. But now Kenny is incapacitated altogether. Thanks for reading, and for your great comments.
I really enjoyed helping Scott acquire two and three dimensions as a character. And as he and Graham have become so real to us, perhaps they have found a place in a parallel reality as you suggest. It gives me some pleasure to think so. Most importantly, Scott's tale can give us hope that we might all be able to manage redemption when or if we need to. Thanks again for reading, and for your wonderful comments.