never been great with titles, but call me sir if you must

Yeah, I can relate.....deeply

Hullo lady,  

state of mind, innit  

appreciate your drop by and words, Gin  

*hat tip*

Great "confessional", boss.
Most admirable.

Cheers, Dan

must allow the odd bleed, learn-ed from the best, no doubt

much thanks, good fellow

Relatable poetry.
❤

many thanks, Miss

nuff said

*hat tip*

This is lovely, it resonates with me.

Hullo

very welcome here, lady

and much thanks for your presence and words

*hat tip*

This response is absolutely darling. It’s nice to be here.  

aw Eamonn what can I say that hurts
I've been kind of courtroom
something I've never talked about here
you're very courageous in the telling ❤

Hullo lady

don't aww me,, lady. I'll aww you back

much thanks , missus

*hat tip*

Gmornin

dunno bout the bravest, but I'm definitely amongst us. more than likely standing on the lapels of giants :)-

peace to you, and a tip o the hat

...I do read you...there's a highway somewhere where lost handkerchiefs lie.

Good mornin, Grace

beautifully worded, and thanks  most much for coming here to word it :)-

... well there’s some weight here isn’t there.  

It reminded me of the time my fella had to go to court when discussing access to his kid. How every day there was a new emotion on his face. Never the same as before. I guess this poem just took me there as a familiar memory.  

There’s a seething flow of self loathing that grows to a gentle crescendo of common sense by the end. It’s almost as if you slapped yourself halfway through and told you to get your shit together. I liked that. I liked how it fleetingly visited self-pity at the end, but didn’t wallow there.  

There was actually a certain amount of wordplay in this that I rather enjoyed. I don’t know if some of the spelling was intentional... but it actually really worked.  

“there's light busting at the seems” — I like how the spelling here (seems vs seams) hangs a question on the mood at hand.    

“like I'm something to be      
    
like im something to be” — the sudden switch from the grammatically correct to the non-grammatically correct communicates a change of mood again in such a clever way. It’s this kind of hidden portrayal of how the writer sees himself. Which also worked.  

So maybe it was intentional, maybe it wasn’t. And maybe sometimes I believe in happy accidents, which are sometimes enough.  

There’s much in here to digest beyond the first glance. Thank you for sharing.  

-M

Hullo, lady

I can claim half those wordplay,  ....more than likely did the other one subconsciously  (cos stable genius) so I'll have to leave it now

always nice to read your analysis, Missy.  you're fairly on point there


thanks for leaving your thought prints

seams?

dont trip over your hat as you tip it !

love this.

sew it would seem, lady :)-

happy you love it,  thanks for dropping by and leaving your thought prints  

*hat touch*

I will take the message as never give up and never give in. :) Great writing.

Hullo

then you would be very wise :)-

much appreciate you eyes and words, lady

No way around it... I'm impressed...carried along nicely... through this twist and that turn
'till you poured out your conclusion
right there...in front of God and everybody
Bravo!   Ely

Hullo  

happy to have impressed, lady.  one can only hope god was impressed also :)-  

very much appreciate your taking the time to read and leave your words

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know am late here, but tnever miss to read you, if put my words or not. cos pure magic you are,  Eamonn..  you stir these eyes & soul in bursting tears & depths.. like no one in DU & those I have read..  
in 1.. you do that tempest setting in such few words.. & leaving there the hope & light to enter the cracks.. in all brokenness & beauty..  
the whole of 2 & the 3 until 'attrition' .. you choke this heart that is ever in tears & in need of it endless.. I firmly believe taht something that syncs the soul & heart & mind .. with bursting tears.. is truth.. is Love.. is the Art arising from these.. You do it. effortlessly . time & again. I know how it is to be in the courtroom too.. been there.. the pronouncement.. the name called as if an auction.. this exhibit of already deadness drags on to the haering.. the life, so easy.  as if in termination in such few seconds.. the ties of love once in all dreams & faith so much a miraging nothing.. the kids , their looking up to .. the screaming unsaidness to them to repel away..the way you spell.. heartstopper E!  
 
the 3.. in the final two stanzas.. you seamlessly connect the 1's hope & light .. perfect.. but there you are.. striking reaping golds doubly.. one the  future, the optimism.. in the rising . the other, the core of earth's heart & all the universe & cosmos you weigh such heavy & keep them on us to drown so in silence of melancholy consuming in the ocean of tears back again traceless! in those lighter disposition & a self-humour you spill as a reason .. that is the virtue of a humble & all~ bearing soul, 'Sir' .. the title now seems the most apt one.. you harvest poetic Everest here Poet.. Bows.. Know this is much emotional .. but would love to nominate for this POM June, light & love ev, thanks & congratz:)