[Anne Bryant-Hamon]

Hi Barb -

Thanks for joining in. This one is filled with angst. Such sorrow often 'feels uncommon', but is common to us all.

My greatest peace came when I finally understood that no one could be a 'husband' to me except for Christ. I think I used to believe that one man could be "like God" and keep me company. No one can do that... because God has been diced up into bits and scattered over the earth! I hope you don't mind the personal commentary on the content of your poem.

I'm like Solomon who had many wives (except I have many husbands, i.e. people who are precious to me). I think my husband is a certain part buried inside of every man (person). Admittedly, sometimes that precious pearl is so covered with mud that I cannot find it! Gosh, I bet I sound like a werido! Oh well. Just felt like telling you these things.

I don't think I like the sestina as a poetry form all that much. I've never read one that I thought was an awesome piece of poetry. Perhaps there's one hidden somewhere that I just haven't laid my eyes on yet. But I have my doubts To have 6 repeated words spread over 6 stanzas often comes off as sounding rather monotonous (IMO). This comment is toward sestinas in general, not yours specifically.

Grace and peace to you -
Anne