this is an amazing work – brilliant and subtle and perfectly sculpted. you are so gifted, such a treasure. design change again i see above. always fascinating (((you)))
Sad and clever – and fiesty! The lines swing along. I love “pleaded airmail, seamail, walk it” ! and “pain weighs heavy on the scales” – you have a canny way with words. I’m not quite sure how to interpret the italicised part but I’ll take it at face value in my simple masculine way – at any rate the poem grabs the reader’s interest and holds it firmly right to that ‘ching’ at the end.
I think you are more talented than even you know Kiersty and this proves it. This made me hurt in my middle. You know how to poke holes in a bag of bullshit and pull out roses in bloom. Soon, you, me and Tuck. Got it?
Thank you Tipota 🙂 I wrote this one quite a while ago but then I suddenly realised that it needed to just stop where it now stops… then I felt it was ready to post. Maybe it just needed to mature xx
Thank you John! I like the ching at the end too. It’s almost like the beginning, at the end.
I got it, Val 🙂 I’m glad you could feel the words… I always worry that sometimes I can’t relate it so it’s lovely to receive affirmation.
Brilliant write, Kiersty. How sad. Beautifully crafted.
Kiersty, this is so soft and lovely on the ears as you read it. The meaning almost slips by like a whisper. A beautifully written piece.
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this is an amazing work – brilliant and subtle and perfectly sculpted. you are so gifted, such a treasure. design change again i see above. always fascinating (((you)))
Sad and clever – and fiesty! The lines swing along. I love “pleaded airmail, seamail, walk it” ! and “pain weighs heavy on the scales” – you have a canny way with words. I’m not quite sure how to interpret the italicised part but I’ll take it at face value in my simple masculine way – at any rate the poem grabs the reader’s interest and holds it firmly right to that ‘ching’ at the end.
I think you are more talented than even you know Kiersty and this proves it. This made me hurt in my middle. You know how to poke holes in a bag of bullshit and pull out roses in bloom. Soon, you, me and Tuck. Got it?
Thank you Tipota 🙂 I wrote this one quite a while ago but then I suddenly realised that it needed to just stop where it now stops… then I felt it was ready to post. Maybe it just needed to mature xx
Thank you John! I like the ching at the end too. It’s almost like the beginning, at the end.
I got it, Val 🙂 I’m glad you could feel the words… I always worry that sometimes I can’t relate it so it’s lovely to receive affirmation.
Brilliant write, Kiersty. How sad. Beautifully crafted.
Kiersty, this is so soft and lovely on the ears as you read it. The meaning almost slips by like a whisper. A beautifully written piece.