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|Posted: Mon May 8th, 2017 07:04 am||
in media res
I read this poem when you posted it.
But I did not have time to give it attention.
Until, tonight. I read it out loud, as if at a cold reading, auditioning for a part - with my "acting" skills; which are always questionable with each performance.
I loved this. I read it out loud ten or so times. Each time it got richer.
It made me feel infinitesimal...almost helpless in the shared, joyful and wonderful prison of love.
And then the Hope in the final two lines.
I may have totally misinterpreted your intent. But that is what it means to me.
Of course, "You're only as good as your last performance," can apply to Love - or Love Poetry - or Poetic Criticism - as well.
Brilliant. I say.