The Wholesome Satyr

You were writing such wonderful poetry same time last year...wonder if I am to blame for the loss of the world!
 

*smile* no Anon - you are the reason for the loss of the 'word'
 

Thats a good thing then. You don't need words for poetry, says a gentleman I know. In fact, most evocative, lyrical poetry is written wordlessly, he says.
 

Your sire knows a thing or two about poetry then Anon. Always good to know such people.
 

I just know only one such person and he leaves no desire to know another. And he knows far more than a thing or two about poetry.
 

Then you indeed lead a fulfilling life, whetted as it is by the presence of one as knowledgable and wise as you claim him to be. I wonder if he knows the accolades and plaudits you consecrate to his name....or is he beyond such recognition?
 

That I do, TWS. My life is indeed richer for his presence. But why should he know, what i consecrate to his name? There is no need. Its not just recognition, he is beyond a lot of other things too. Anyway, let me not bore you with my personal life. I was originally here to tell you, that this was one of my favourites among your poems, I've read so far. Not sure I understood it right though. My facility with the English language is not good enough. I'd be happy if you explain.
 

One would like to continue being obscure - poet that one imagines oneself to be. Yet I will quote this from Cummings : you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens /
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose. by way of explanation. Thanks for visiting
 

I understood it right,then. Thanks. Each time I read it, the metaphors take me back to a conversation not so long ago. And make me smile anew. For instance, "arboreal, perfumery" made me think of "...D'maja flavour is the best!".
 

:)