I work hard
to listen, struggle
for inspiring sound.
The right channel
is heavy, bolting me.
I tilt strong right,
like a puppy begging.
My soul is rusty
and roasting.
On Being Dead to my Soul, a Trashed Vessel
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#1 by blueangelwolf on January 28, 2014 - 2:39 pm
Interesting juxtaposition of “rusty” and “roasting”…..makes me think of a burning barrel
#2 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:19 pm
Thank you for your comment,and I am sorry for my tardy reply. I appreciate your kindness.
#3 by johnnycrabcakes on January 28, 2014 - 8:39 pm
…and my comment can but pale to the power of these words. There is so much going on here.
I feel like I have an iron rod in my right eye-socket.
I am walking in circles.
#4 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:23 pm
I am sorry for the late response, but your comment was very kind. I appreciate it.
#5 by clinock on January 28, 2014 - 11:46 pm
your poems are the naked bones of winter…the landscape of the soul laid bare…nothing wasted, all there, images like dream photographs yet gritty and so real…thank you for this dark jewel Carl…
#6 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:24 pm
John, your comment is so full of kind words. I am grateful for your encouragement.
#7 by Carl D'Agostino on January 30, 2014 - 10:06 am
ditto – clinock
#8 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:25 pm
More kindness from another master! Thank you so much!
#9 by Find an Outlet on January 31, 2014 - 8:12 pm
What they said above, and more. That I want to say what you’ve said, and 500 words later it’s lost. You did it in nine lines.
#10 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:26 pm
I am so lucky to have your visit and your kindness. It is very rewarding.