Clartiest Heart

Oddly servile. I loved the image of heels around the waist. In my mind they were patent, and it looked good. I've really got to stop reading things that take me somewhere into my imagination.

Tinged with a hint of sadness which all of your poems tend to do, but that's what makes them wonderful. I even felt there was a sense of regret there. Like a late analysis of a situation gone to waste.

"I keep her at arms length, because once a vulture starts it can't stop" - the sense of longing here is really good. I think it only adds to the underlying sense of sadness here. It's also a bit of a declaration. A decision.

A short but sweet offering.

(I 'liked' the poem).

Words do so much. They are almost useless without imagination so whatever you do, don't stop.

Thank you for the depth of the comment, and the praise of course.

I like the contrast between the dismissal of "another uninspired stranger," and the question about long-term relationships, with the heel on the shoe-rack.

Quite a lot captured here, skillful work.

Thank you, Atakti. If there's anything you don't like, you should let me know.

Serene and skillful. I love ur play on the words.
I love the first two lines of the second stanza.

Thanks clio. It's happy to be loved.

great title-

& the rest be topknotchy too

-it's what all a'bout Alpy-
(grrrrrrrrroan)

That fucking groan was dangerous, saxman. Cheers.

carbonise!!! you are one of the few poets I have come across at dup, who aptly uses scientific terminologies to add a gr8 glint!(am remembered of lightbaron here..though I would add more to this few-ones' list).
I know their power as each concentrated word is worth manifold meanings in its fold!
apart from it, the content & nuances of deeper-most felt feelings are flashed accurate in few words, as usual, true to ur style.
bows to this scribe, Mr. A :)

Hey, thanks, Uma.
That's quite a compliment I suppose. I do try,and trip sometimes.

Thank you for the kind feedback.

clarty is a lovely word aint it?

seriously liked the "carbonise" - what i got was something to the effect of a diamond in the rough is better than an artfully cut shine... but that could very probably just be me.

seems to be a general weariness, a getting tired of not rusting yourself, tired of wasting time-and wanting lo look in a crystal ball to know the future, if it's all worth it.

you've built a long lasting poem with this one at least

Yes it is, Anna grin(great name).

If you see where I used carbonise and how I used the shine, you'll see it was the latter I'm afraid.

The rest is pretty well read; as usual. Thank ya, wing.