I showed Brian a
sestina roughly two three years ago. He picked up on the end-word patterns at once and was intrigued by the form. He had accompanied me to a translation class at Pennsic that year, and was interested in flexing poetic muscles since his physical body was telling him it was time to wind down on fighting. (If we'd only known.)
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You know better than most how imperfect life and love both are, so your poem is perfect in the imperfections you see, because it is a true reflection of both.
Achilles and I had a wonderful conversation on the way home from mass on Sunday about the Times article about the top 10 composers. The author put Beethoven above Mozart, because Beethoven's music so often came from struggle and it was that struggle that so often gave it the power to move the listener.
That is exactly what you have done here.
Hugs!
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