An Urgent Summons

A response to NEGLIGEE AGAINST THE MOONLIGHT by Robert Murray Smith Six times in your Love Poem she surprises you, and we share the surprises. Did she intend so many? Did you expect them? I doubt it, not because I don't believe in Love's insistent invention of passion, or its twists of delight. Such sweet things make up the narrative of a love affair, whether its measureof time is the passionate moment or a lifetime shared. I admit I am speaking to you poet to poet, because your poem is a necessary poem, it is the poem all of us must write after we acknowledge the pervasiveness of love, everywhere we stand or move or just exist in our essential being. How I wish I could scatter these words like refreshing rain or sunshine or - You get my point, poet to poet. Your poem released an urgent summons, and as more read it, the summons will swell in their hearts, as it has in mine. (Finally, I can write the simple truth - which poet to poet we know is never sleight of hand, or first draft success.) Oh, how much I want to use an unaccustomed voice, and shout my agreement, so that even those in range of poetry, who are distracted by things trivial or deep, will be gripped by your summons to the achievement of love: People - Friends - All of you, your senses must engage with keener passion! Your minds must grasp with clearer passion! Your souls must swell with fuller passion!