A sunday morning, the sun is out, I am about to share a walk in the garden with a friend, listening to a piano sing on the slight breeze, hand carry a favorite, a bloody mary- (I am not a big drinker)- and as a prelude, turned to your Brass Ring- ah yes, just beyond our reach- the whole world ! thanks for the read
Coal has a volume of memories associated with it. I've climbed to the top of those mountains,etc.
However, back to your poem.
I think as it stands it is good. Where I wondered about was the introduction of the word essay, so there I was split between the essay and the poem. I'd have loved it if you pulled in those blank pieces of intro prose and made or/ hammered them into your poem,to underline the progression.
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Solid stuff. I believe at the core of most writers beats a poetic heart. You have to feel something for your work and that passion alone is poetic!