jess told him

For me a burden is baggage, and some of our burdens we carry them because we choose too, at less I can say that for myself. The corner is your private world where you live away from all the madness that is throw at you from all sides, the corner is where you can best protect yourself. Sometimes I wonder if I'm seeing into the poets mind or is it really my own. thanks, fast crazy Eddie

don't understand the title/first line. Does it matter which Jess said it to whom? If it's me I have no idea to whom or why, cheers, Jess

"Jess told me" instead of "him"? For me it makes more sense read that way. Since I'm unaware of a larger context, I'm unable to orient myself here. But then mystery---sweet mystery!---without answers spices life 180 degrees from making bland. Sometimes (maybe most times) making sense ought take a backseat to leaving/dropping questions. Rain now thrums the roof to vibrate the air in the room ... and tone the ear. Then stops. Abruptly. For to listen to lesser sounds within. Apparently that's its motivation. (But I don't know. Not really. Do I?) Questions? Oh, yeah. But must they be answered? Not at all. And if answers be proffered, would not better ones stand behind, easily hiding in their giant shadows? Thanx, Chuck PS: It occurs to me that your intent may be revealed by: jess told him, "I am carrying a large burden." I.e., Jess speaks for himself. (I assume, perhaps wrongly, in this case you refer to a him.)

this one leaves my mind racing as well... and that to me is a very good thing... but Chuck says it so much more elegant than I do... thanks for the read as always your use of words is very inspiring to my old country self... Richard

With Chuck's astute comments? Wel, no sense in trying. Very very good write. Sometimes the burdens are so many it is hard to stand. Other times they are the kind of burdens that lighten the soul and you fairly float through life. If only we had more of the latter and fewer of the former. Well written Anna. I thoroughly enjoyed the write. Thank you. Respectfully, Rett: "Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.." (Sitting Bull)

the cryptic beginning notwithstanding, this is well crafted writing. I love how you play with the double entendre of "light"...and the paradox way of saying "light (...) dipped in the darkest ink". Somehow I am shivering just like those words in the night... Ink

Some things must remain a mystery <3 If you read that I feel lucky. Mark

and a little immature. gb