Just a thought with a long title

do you suppose to write of theme--a lofty goal

to spend a score of latter years in silence
cloister in an upper room--a father stoic

hard-shell household--some papers close
to your breast--shy unannounced

largely unread until a century turns
without your comment on sunshine--

love--pressed like a nose to tempered glass
aware of so much suffering  aware of so much

--T.A. Sukany 15 May 2018

This poem sounded like music to me when I read it. I know I usually miss the main thing your poems are trying to say, but what I got was a guy wanted to write of lofty things, but he never shared his work or  maybe couldn't quite get the right words put together on paper. He's so aware of the world's heartache though. Even if that's not what you meant to say, I really liked this poem. It sounds so pretty to me. I smiled as I was reading it and was hooked in the first line.

Todd,  I picture Emily.  pressed like a nose to a tempered glass---great stuff
 
Dennis

O Dear Puzzler,

This poem seems suspended in time.  I love that I could be convinced it was written a hundred years ago as easily as 15 May 2018.  There was no language that tied it unfailingly to either period.  And yay hooray, I did not find it puzzling in a taxing way.  Perhaps I only saw the outermost layer, but it pleased me all the same.

The title made me fear I would be lost, but I found my way.

... a century turns/without your comment on sunshine ... 

Yes, thank you.

Need to sit with it.

A pleasure to read this poem, Todd.
So musical and imaginative century to century .
And if I found today what I wrote an hundred
years ago I probably would not totally understand it
or be able to match it.  Dewell

It has assonance, music, loftiness, puzzle, heartache. 

The reader will take what he likes or understands.  Nothing wrong with that.  I do that all the time with poems.

Couplets appealed to me.

A century turns.

Poetry mag.  I think they'd like it.

Seems edgy enough for them.

I couldn't help but also think about the Upper Room, suffering on the cross, God the Father, how great the suffering was.  Scribes, the first century. . . . etc.
me, trying to puzzle out the suffering.  And it goes on and on. . .

Pat

That is an angle I have to contemplate too.  Nice!!!

Thanks

Todd

well, if you want them to.  

Pat

I did not have that in mind for the poem.  I would have to change the title for sure.

Todd

we add our own thing anyway. 

Readers make it fit. 

It works both ways for me.