My feeling at reading this echoes@Wayne Gray. There can be comfort in retreat and silence. Silence is sometimes punctuated by comforts we rarely recognize; you are as deserving of the sweet caress of a quiet summer breeze and the subtle song of thrushes as any of us. So too, as @MichaelS36 said, may what your friends here say bring some comfort to your retreat.
This poem made me feel reflective, then frustrated. So many of the advances made over seven decades are being undone in the service of unbridled greed. The second tercet of your poem is especially telling. Thank you for giving voice to feelings I experience every day.
You’ve made my day with your responses. Thanks a million for reading these and for taking time to comment. I’ll admit that April 29 was a real bear to write - again, my thanks!
Abhean is a reference to Irish mythology. Last year, I titled my April offerings Bragi’s Bagatelles referring to Norse mythology. Not sure where to go next year. I’m glad you related to Holiday lights. I compromise by leaving only half of them up all year. I’m also sorry you shed tears, but glad you made a connection.
Thanks for taking time to tackle these, especially the material dealing with mathematics. I confess that there are some aspects of mathematics that take me loads of practice to feel comfortable with. New Math seemed like a lot of language to convey concepts that needed visual interpretations. But enough of that… thank you!
I want to weep for Jamie in this chapter. The sadness and static in his head may not be talked away without plenty of therapy. And then this dreadful experience. Well written, and full of pain.
There’s such a thing as friends, and then there are angels. Luca, Ari and Jordan have turned into the latter. Among these, Luca has become the greatest angel of them all, with strength and resolve to share with Jamie, along with his home and heart. This is a perfect foil of a chapter to contrast with the previous one.
Thank you very much. This is the first time in a long while that I felt my own prompting for each day. Some days were more inspired than others, I fear. If anyone declaims To Eros, I’d love to be in the back row, listening!
Thank you very much, Gary. To Eros and its interlocking rhymes was both tough and fun to write. I’m encouraged you thought it might have been worth the effort. Thanks again.
April 29
To Eros
Love, come away
and every care upon the grass discard
that we amongst the flowers may delight
to sport and play
while trading tokens of our shared regard
beneath a sunny sky so blue and bright
and dance a capriole
to make the spirit whole;
Sing, lyric bard,
of touch to make a stony heart take flight
or introverted older ones cajole –
men who seem scarred,
by grinding decades of relentless
This chapter touched my heart in many different ways and places. Finishing the last sentence left melodies and chords re-echoing, but like a beautiful piece of music performed, difficult to recapture. Beautifully done.
You are most welcome. Thank you for taking the time to read these and comment on them. April 21 was hard to write; even now, I’m not sure I captured that moment entirely. The Christmas lights will still be up in summer. They will help extend Midsummer Eve, I think. I’m glad you see the flowers as I do. Thanks very much for your comments.