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All of your senses quiver with abundant life and feeling and you feel everything with every nerve ending of your body and heart and soul, yet as though you have only 1 nerve-ending - or perhaps I am projecting how I feel and how your poem makes me feel. That word, deathling that you coined, jars just as you want it to, but with beauty, shock, reality, gentleness (and understanding in both senses of the word) especially when coupled so exquisitely with beloved. The thirdlast line repeated from above hurts (though, of course it isn't true, but just how you felt at that time) and the last 2 lines shudder my soul. I think (I don't know because I am so focused on your poem that I am not thinking about that) that I hold my breath while I read your poetry - perhaps so that I don't miss anything. This quiet explosion of grief fills me.

An insightful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Antjie.

Beautiful and stylish poem well written and full of bittersweet lines 10++++