Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 87. Stealing a March

Nice flow to all of these, Parker. Thanks for the vivid imagery... my brain has been a wasteland of late, but I heard the wind, the twitters and screeches and calls, and felt the morning chill....

Wow, Parker, a very spiritual collection. There is nothing proselytizing in them; only centered observance relating to deeper meanings beyond the self of the poet.

Since it's just passed, the first of the collection immediately made me feel the silent prayers of Higan for departed loved ones. On the Japanese calendar, Higan corresponds to the spring equinox (the holiday happens to start today, March 17th). It's a beautiful poem where a raised face can be a stand-in for hands raised in prayer.

As much as I admire all of them, I'll voice a fondness for the "I rejoice" poem. Its clear, unassuming, yet spiritually laden voice sings with a total mastery of the Skyscraper's mathematical metre. The rhythm of the rising and falling lines carrying your message is breathtaking.  

They are all very beautiful. Wonderful work    

On 3/16/2021 at 11:01 AM, Headstall said:

Nice flow to all of these, Parker. Thanks for the vivid imagery... my brain has been a wasteland of late, but I heard the wind, the twitters and screeches and calls, and felt the morning chill....

I'm very happy you could hear and see what I have been able to observe in these last weeks. Thank you for coming with me on my morning walks.

17 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

Wow, Parker, a very spiritual collection. There is nothing proselytizing in them; only centered observance relating to deeper meanings beyond the self of the poet.

Since it's just passed, the first of the collection immediately made me feel the silent prayers of Higan for departed loved ones. On the Japanese calendar, Higan corresponds to the spring equinox (the holiday happens to start today, March 17th). It's a beautiful poem where a raised face can be a stand-in for hands raised in prayer.

As much as I admire all of them, I'll voice a fondness for the "I rejoice" poem. Its clear, unassuming, yet spiritually laden voice sings with a total mastery of the Skyscraper's mathematical metre. The rhythm of the rising and falling lines carrying your message is breathtaking.  

They are all very beautiful. Wonderful work    

Thank you for your response to these skyscrapers. I love that you connected with the spirit in which I wrote of these observations. I knew nothing of Higan, but my thoughts in these past dark weeks have been with so many people who have lost loved ones, and for those who have passed. With the advancing light, it becomes easier to rejoice, however. Little by little, these things lift the heart every day. Your words are both humbling and vastly encouraging. Thank you.

I missed this post somehow. My favourite is the great horned owls. I read it, then considered AC's comment, and read it again. The layers of meaning, of word painting, slowly reveal themselves. I love owls. They can be seen as creatures of ill-repute, but not here. Thank you for these. They all bear re-reading.

1 hour ago, northie said:

I missed this post somehow. My favourite is the great horned owls. I read it, then considered AC's comment, and read it again. The layers of meaning, of word painting, slowly reveal themselves. I love owls. They can be seen as creatures of ill-repute, but not here. Thank you for these. They all bear re-reading.

Thank you for taking time to read and comment on these. It’s interesting to re-read them as we hurtle toward a different equinox. The owls, of which we’re both fond, have started calling again, stirred by the first cool breath of wind in weeks. There is much to add to my rejoicing, but that may have to wait until I sharpen my pencil.