Date: 07/11/2018 1:26 AM Title: Chapter 1
So glad you posted this. I've always wondered what it would be like to know in soul that a person is special to you somehow, but not to be able to remember all the details. Also what it would be like for JTK as well - having all those memories, but knowing Spock does not recall them. But at least he recalls - love.
P.S. I have been sharing some of my favourite fics with my daughter (and she hers with me). She really enjoyed City Beyond the Edge although it still makes me sad.
I thought about your comments before I responded b/c I wanted to get back into the head space where I was when I wrote this poem. I don't recall clearly, but my recollection of the 80s which is the decade I am positive it was written in was a difficult one and was certainly one which created a great deal of angst for me.
When I posted the poem, I thought someone might be upset or bothered by the fact that JTK was angry with Spock for offering up his life, but so far no one has mentioned that. Anger isn't usually an emotion associated with grief, but it certainly can be a part of grief. Even thought Kirk was portrayed as grief stricken, I feel that there was anger there as well.
As for the details of love, I think a baby loves its mother without knowing the details. I know my little dog loves me without knowing the details of my life (and I do love her dearly). And I think that sometime that sort of love is the purest kind of love b/c it is unburdened by history or responsibility or other factors which make us think we should be or feel in a certain way. At least, it seems that way to me.
I am glad that your daughter likes City Beyond the Edge. I have had a good response from that work and may try to do another one with an outside perspective like June's again. People seemed to like that. It is nice that the two of you have something that you can share like that. My family has never shown any interest in my writing so I write for fans alone. That is quite good enough.
As usual, I appreciate your comments.