I sent my heart to you
With the click of a key
Depressed in its slot
As if it were any other point
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...a thousand humiliations And betrayals grouted into The seams of the struggle of living grouted- what a great verb! a great image! glen
You are a true romantic and your words are touching because the heart is very fragile but we ache to give it away knowing it can be chipped so easily and so unfixable (hope that's a word :)
Hearts are very fragile, and we are all doomed to keep trying to give pieces of ourselves away. I pray peace over you, wherever your path may wander...
And with the press of a key I have sent you my heart And between each blink of this cursor A resurrection occurs. - - - - - Poetry carries our innermost emotion- - - Now with computer we open ourselves to unknown people by click of a mouse.Wow- - - - a wonderful work, I really enjoyed.
Thank you, kind Bharati, for your insightful and gracious comments. I am humbly grateful. Be blessed! Neal
There are some beautiful lines and images in this poem. I like how you mix the concrete with the ever so abstract...The medical terminology, the processes in the body that generate these emotions....the metaphor of grouting tile and grouting grouting betrayals. I thought this was about lovers, but then in your note I see you were thinking about vulnerability in writing. I agree....in being a writer, there is an awful lot of rejection. I've experienced allot too. Just keep on! :)
Dear Pamela, thank you for your insightful comments. Yes, this piece was triggered by the act of writing, but as I worked through it─as often does─a deeper layer of myself seemed to escape. I am by nature a very insulated soul; I do not make emotional connections very easily, and being vulnerable is the very last action I would prefer to take in nearly any circumstance. But, alas, somehow I also have a deep drive to write, which as you note requires facing a lot of potential rejection. So I find a fascinating duality in the vulnerability of writing and in the vulnerability of intimate relationships. Thanks again for reading, and for your thoughtful comments, as always. Neal
My dear sweet supportive husband said to me the other day, yes, you are a poet and a painter, but you don't make money! Sometimes from a painting sold here and there, but never from your words.. But we still keep producing, what makes me and are driven to keep pressing the send button. Oh the ecstatic futility of it all! Marianne Larsen Reninger
Your art is a gift to humanity. Every word, every brushstroke enriches your world in ways that cannot be counted in the currency of commerce. Indeed, the ecstatic futility that keeps us returning with pen to paper. :) Thank you for your generous comments.
Wow an intellectual emotive poem here written in brilliant professional wording. I admire such poems. Kudos poet, ! U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too titled Ashurah.
Thank you, my dear colleague, for the generosity of your comment. I have indeed read your fine work and look forward to reading more. Blessings to you, my friend.
I read the poem twice as a confession to a love interest in the modern age - sending love letters by email. I thought that was a great idea, and well done! Then I read your comments, and now I read it with humor. Sending our poetry hearts out to editors is the same - electronic clicks now. Love guess I won 235th place - a poem of it's own. Fragile is excellent =: -)
You read it exactly as I hoped, that even as we expose our hearts in love, so we expose our souls in offering our poetry. Thank you for your insightful reading and kind words. Nea
Indeed, this is a thought provoking poem. The title is apt for the poem.
Thank you, kind sir, for your gracious comments. I look forward to enjoying more of your work. NB
Awesome write. A wonderful use of vocabulary. Very well-worded n well-crafted piece. Quite an inspiration. A perfect 10.
Hi, Nosheen! Thank you for stopping by, and thank you as always for your delightful comments. Be blessed, dear friend!
I love the raw vulnerability and beauty of this poem. It has that special quality of opening the readers heart. i love how you seem to come more into your own skin as you write Seamus. Full Marks.