Lending My Voice For Paul Comments

I am left to wonder what were those two worlds you grasped with hope and hopelessness. - - - - - The poem moves me immensely.Two worlds- - Hope and Hopelessness, so true ! ! Now that my father is going through such a stage, I can relate with your emotions.

daniel, i followed and liked this narrative and the shape of this poem. i was glad for these words in the third stanza from the bottom I am left to wonder what were those two worlds you grasped with hope and hopelessness because i myself wondered. stand-out lines for me: resonant sounds unbounded Those who do not accept that truth endure the sadness of gazelles, stumbling over a cracked dry landscape, while deep in their minds a perfect savanna stretches across the hot horizon, and sunshafts from a clear blue sky illuminate huge waterholes everywhere.' the sadness of gazelles- cool! - and then the rest of that extended metaphor- good stuff. i'm reminded of a woman, the mother of a friend, who was the first person i knew who had a stroke and struggled in the aftermath with the inability to express herself as before. questioning her i understood her mental faculties were intact, but her face, her mouth, would not obey the signals her brain sent. this poem, daniel, is good in itself and good as well in its service to your friend. glen

It is a very touching poem. I always believe, when you share joy with your friend, the joy doubles; when you share pains with your friend, the pains reduce half. Hope Paul could read this poem. He must have been very happy to have a close friend like you. Those who read this poem will feel the deep friendship between you. How beautiful!

I loved this poem very much! I felt that it is to a friendeven before I've read the note, Your style is hiding a lot of secrets. I add it to my favorite poems! It was as if I saw new vistas in my soul - plateaus leading to higher plateaus, flames igniting brighter fires, and resonant sounds unbounded. If the inner senses can be so moved, imagine the outcome of a true union of both worlds, no trace of seams, a complete blending, a perfect whole.

Powerful and profound. Thank you. How much this poem, esp. your friend's vision, reminds me of Wendell Berry's Elegy, esp. Section 7, which I am reading tomorrow as part of a eulogy for one of he two friends I lost during Christmas week. The Infinite and the finite, Eternity and time, Heaven and this world: ultimately they are all one, aren't they. And the finite mind can never contemplate how. Dreams I have these days are silly, inane impossibilities, and I am not myself. I keep hoping for one experience of the One.

I like the opening line the narrow room almost makes you feel as though it is like a prison cell where there is No light as it clings to the southern window. So close yet so far is the feeling I am feeling here intended or not. As I finish the first stanza and it comes to a close the wheelchair reinforces the feeling I felt of being trapped within a cell not just of the mind or an actual physical room but one of the body. Dreams are the gateway of escape for the crippled man which brings about liberating freedom. The 2 worlds for me are the world of being able to walk which in his dreams are tangible and connecting, almost converging the dream world with the conscious waking world so that this dream becomes reality. This poem has a starkness about it that I don't think others are picking up on for this poems carries a dark tone for me and my interpretation of it anyways. Which I think is GREAT for you because you have written this one very, very well! There are 2 poems that come to mind that grab a hold of my senses in a very similar manner that this poem does. Poe's A dream within a dream and Yeat's He wishes for the cloths of heaven Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? And But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. These are very fragile poems from a dark yet hauntingly beautiful place. You have captured that essence in this poetic landscape of expression and all I can do is commend you on how far you have come along. I really hope to see more poetry come from you that is like this because you do it very well. It's a little long for my taste which is the only thing I don't like so much BUT because of the feeling this poem gives that little quirk can VERY EASILY be overlooked. Great poem! one of my favorites of yours so far.

Such beauty and truth in this tribute to your friend.How fortunate you were there to hear his words. Beautifully written

What what a touching fascinating captivating poem on a comatose like great buddy eh! I was hooked frm top to toe and was thrilled to connote that he wanted to spell out the greatness of peace. This was a tour de force.! So nice to read u again. Hapy new year!

Thoughtful read indeed...I certainly think his falling into sleep and the two worlds represent two religions and the merging is understanding each others prays to God... in a line in some poem of mine said that God can speak every language on the planet...your friend can see Muslims and Cristian's really have the same God. Paul has meaning love to him...regards

Bringing two worlds together in friendship is really wonderful poem shared in the forum.

Your friend Paul while slipping into a wistful dream muttered something about the merging of two worlds which leave you wonder what worlds he must have referred to. From his expression it was obvious that the vision he had was something positive that made his face gleam with hope! Moreover, it was in the tone of an oracle! But it seemed just a moment of fleeting hope and he slipped into a state of restless slumber! I enjoyed the way you have concluded the poem; For the moment, I lend you my voice so that you can give voice to the mystery you inhabit. The natural unfolding of events make it an exquisite piece of poem! Hope Your friend will wake up to full consciousness to explain his reverie! Enjoyed much! My sympathies to your friend!

Beautiful poem. We certainly do not know what goes on in people's mind without speech. Even with speech it is difficult to give shape to an subjective experience with its vague happenings and events. But it must have been a very positive experience for him to feel so excited and optimistic. You have captured his emotions and your feelings beautifully to transform it in an excellent poem. Enjoyed reading it. My heart goes out to your friend with much love.

This is an heart-touching story...so gentle and humane; especially the voice in the last stanza -you can almost feel it. This is a great tribute to your friend, Daniel!