[Critique Group 2] Leonard's comments on Joan's sub

[Leonard Tuchyner]

Very beautiful.

This is a wonderful poem.

It sings.

It moves very nicely indeed.

There are too many poetic devices to comment on.

Cudos.

Moves, the title sets the meaning and tone to this poem.  

It is the world  progressingin her daily cycles 

that  creates the  sense of raptness. 

The nature of the senses creates its own rapt attention. 

The poet asks, God, 

is that realy you I perceive.  

She questions her ability  to perceive the whole of God. 

There is  not time in asingle life  to fully understand.  

But then it becomes evident 

that she is talking not of a single life,  

but the life of human-kind. 

We are just children, 

and have miles to go. 

Given time, we will grow to our full potential  

not hindered by our bunting. 

We will become as free as God

, or  nearly so. 

Then we will be filled with grace, under God, 

or as  the poet says,Grandmother.

 

 

Rapt    

by Joan Myles

 

each night upon her moonlit climb

the wolf advances sing ing

her big eyes anoint the world sublime

her big hears find its fleeting rhyme

her big heart seeks Life springing

 

oh Grandmama is that you

my open face beseeches

oh Grandmama our days are few

among the pines and swaying beeches

too few to cloak what living teaches

 

but Grandmama I’m just a child

enrapt in crimson lace

 

while you moves free and undefiled

if I could only breathe so wild

and claim my share of grace

 

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Leonard I. Tuchyner, Author
 
https://www.dldbooks.com/tuchyner/

 
  
 
 

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