The rhythm bothered me, it had a shard edge to it that bothered me. But again, it's probably just me. =/

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Yeah, I definitely know what you're talking about. I've been reading it aloud for a bit and I can't get it to flow. I'm sure it'll come to me though....eventually.

Thanks!

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"I read somewhere that if given a choice between sex and peace of mind," she said, "Most people would choose peace."

"Personally," I said, "I do fine with a little anxiety." [link]

Simple images, clear message.

I'm not sure about the form you gave to it. Still, I like it. It's been great hearing from you again.

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"It has always been the prerrogative of half-wits and children to point out that the Emperor has no clothes, but the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the Emperor remains an Emperor."

I always appreciate your words, often times waiting for them so I can move on to write more.

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"I read somewhere that if given a choice between sex and peace of mind," she said, "Most people would choose peace."

"Personally," I said, "I do fine with a little anxiety." [link]

Thank you Vera.
I do appreciate your kind words

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"It has always been the prerrogative of half-wits and children to point out that the Emperor has no clothes, but the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the Emperor remains an Emperor."

Ok ... I haven't been here in ages ... haven't commented on a work in longer than that. I have been remiss, an absent conspirator, a broken memory.

This poem speaks to me on a number of levels. I love the viscera of it ... how sense oriented it is rather than image oriented. I like the impactful structure of short stanzas, each a nugget of realization.

A few things I don't like (if I may be so presumptuous): the use of "like" in 4th stanza. The word is superfluous and the statement would be much stronger without it. The entire 6th stanza (about balloons and mist). This stanza, for some reason, seems so much, I don't know, smaller perhaps than the rest of the poem and weakens it (in my opinion) at a pivotal moment. You could remove it entirely, or perhaps rework it.

I adore the stanza that follows it. My word!

Might that be a clove you are lighting? It makes me wish I had some Djarums right now but all I have at the moment are my Camel Special Lights. Bugger!

Too many secrets, not enough confessions ... and yet even here the rain still falls

I can recognize the feeling, and the problem of not finding the words, really having to work to find the exact things to say.
I think that makes this poem all the more beautiful.

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