I feel like I should be digging for alms to petition (in vain) for my soul. Word tight. Word perfect.
(and what makes it even better in my books and peculiar, particulate and persnickety script of writing standards is that even without the image - this stands just right. Brava darlin', Brava)
This is eloquent of loss, but also, I think, of a perpetual home--one that hides occasionally, perhaps, but appears in the heart when needed. Beautiful, economical use of words makes less into more in this one, Shay.
Love the questions and thoughts in this that no one else could have conjured up but you Shay!! It does have a feel of loss in it. Kind of like a hard blow with a soft object that hits both the mind and the heart! I am in love with this poem!
oh damn damn and mighty damn again -
ReplyDeleteI feel like I should be digging for alms to petition (in vain) for my soul.
Word tight. Word perfect.
(and what makes it even better in my books and peculiar, particulate and persnickety script of writing standards is that even without the image - this stands just right. Brava darlin', Brava)
The first stanza...perfection. It stands as a poem on its own.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness. That first stanza. A knockout.
ReplyDeleteThis is eloquent of loss, but also, I think, of a perpetual home--one that hides occasionally, perhaps, but appears in the heart when needed. Beautiful, economical use of words makes less into more in this one, Shay.
ReplyDeleteLove the questions and thoughts in this that no one else could have conjured up but you Shay!! It does have a feel of loss in it. Kind of like a hard blow with a soft object that hits both the mind and the heart! I am in love with this poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat if indeed, nice one.
ReplyDeleteKiller first stanza, Shay!
ReplyDeleteSo thought provoking, beautifully done.
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