Poem (Spring Emergence:  The Pear Tree)

Its growing on me the more I read it very good

Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked it :)

You never fail to disappoint in these comps, PR.  It doesn't matter who the poet is, you take the time to know them intimately, which is exactly why you hold a Classic Championship title. "Poem" by Gluck has always fascinated me in its subtle metaphoric innuendos involving death.  The roses that will wilt, the veins of words filling with in as blood likened to our thinning skin as we age,  the blossoming Bradford Pear tree ( I am assuming ).  Those are beautiful in the Spring; I always loved how they carpeted the ground along with Cherry Trees.  

As is typical of Gluck's thematic poetry, death weaves itself throughout. You've done a bangup job of capturing that essence throughout the poem, but particularly the final couplet.  Damn, that truly drives it home.

Well done, PR.  Another worthy entry.  

There was a pear tree, not sure what variety in our yard when I was young.  The pears were too sour to eat so they would just sort of fall on the ground and get nibbled by squirrels.  I remember cherry trees, the neighbor had one with it's pink carpet.  As much as 'Poem' was so dynamic with mystery on its own, I related to the Pear tree quite well as a symbol.  I'm so glad this first attempt was successful, i want to try a more challenging one next.  I had to dial down on the intensity I had been writing with lately to capture the vagueries and simpliciy of Louise Gluck.  As you described, her death references are subtle and soft suggestions throughout her poems and in her morbid endings.

Thanks so much for the support and encouragement as well as helpful insight and RL add :)

Again, another inspiration poem by Gluck that tackles poetry after a walk in God's shoes.

Your "Poem" inspired poem speaks to me of Source projecting its essence outward, allowing it to emerge from itself and experience new realities as spirits independent from it. The pears, being the equivalent of human bodies, are only temporary and serve their purposes. The line is blurred as to who is doing the actual creating of the experience and who is doing the experiencing.

Well done, PR. Good luck in the challenge!

It does seem like Louise Gluck was tempting or taunting God in alot of her poems..
I was kind of mind blown by 'Poem', the man, a writer, in the poem could be God, father, husband, it seems she uses the term 'him' in a disembodied way in some of her poems, like at the morbid ending of 'The Egg'.  I'm so glad the depth of this came through..

Thanks so much for the encouragement :)

Great write PR. Captures the feel of Glück's "Poem" so well. I am in great admiration. All the nbest for 2020. Best regards, Josh.

Thanks so much for the encouragement, I'm glad you liked it, happy New Year too :)

There is a sense of intimacy to the write that emerges immediately, from the first line of the first stanza. The reflective voice, it's thoughtful emanation, seems to whisper. The details pull you into the magnetic orbit of the author, his experience of her and their shared experience. The language adroitly captures that: magnetism, delicacy. Beautiful work. You have such amazing ability and your tributes are awe inspiring.

there is an inevitable feel of inspiration & intimacy  as well as the cyclicality of life...the loss the pain the grief ..and then but those spaces n eternity that speak of diehard love... with that final note ..of unending emergence...deathly hope..is all i see..the light amidst all...not aware of the poet in tribute, but the verses reads measured out in compaction like a set constraint ...yet ...subtly flows the flow of what you portray..so touchingly painfully in a continuum...well-done PR!:) light & love, thanks for the read .

I did try to use a delicate touch in writing this and alot of nuance with the story.  It was a challenge, but I'm so it could emerge gracefully.  Thanks so much for your observant comment and the RL add, its really helpful to hear those insights :)