Cold, I pull my coat to me,
near the place where we started
A shelter for my thoughts
I pass almost daily
Your cure for a hardness of the heart,
still the compass of my affection,
became lyrics I couldn’t improve upon
Cold, I pull my coat to me,
near the place where we started
A shelter for my thoughts
I pass almost daily
Your cure for a hardness of the heart,
still the compass of my affection,
became lyrics I couldn’t improve upon
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
I like that...
you still think of the coffee shop as the place where you had your heart melted. Well done, minimal words and so much said.
Your title is good, the theme is great, the theme is universal and I love the way you shot straight to the end with your story.
Nice job, ~ Geezer.
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Thanks Geez! Glad you liked
Thanks Geez! Glad you liked this one.
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Thanks Kat! Appreciate you
Thanks Kat! Appreciate you sharing your thoughts on this.
Cheers
Now this is great
You’re saying an awful lot.
The first line is more than it seems. It is cold when we maybe don’t have that “compass for affection”. It’s very warm when we do get to a place like that.
Then of course the literal meaning of the poem on the surface is just gorgeous
Tim
Thank you Tim! I always
Thank you Tim! I always appreciate you sharing your thoughtful comments.
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