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these days

What sweet torment these days have been,
not keen and etched sharp
or acid washed
as of bereavement,
this is soft.

Like the scent of you
swirling from a room
as you walk out,
leaving me the taste,
your exit,
and the movement of your dress.

Focused, re-aligned and realized,
there has never really been a choice
but this,
to spend my days
with you, anam cara.

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Miss Vivian

16 years 10 months ago

Soul Friend

Craig. So deliciously heart full. Miss V
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orgami

16 years 10 months ago

want to say reminds me of..(personal poet from past)

but will stop catch pause myself to just say Craig that you are the most modern poet that i admire for writing in such a style as this Such sharp vision and perspective to leave me with this poem image glad we poets can understand and appreciate greatly the workings that are so dear a subject at times even here without a first cup of coffee on awakening !!!
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Craig Norris

16 years 10 months ago

Hey O

must be doing something right if I can get such a reaction before a caffein heart start, really happy that you enjoyed this. Craig
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bjp

16 years 10 months ago

Dear Craig,

Your work has just grown and grown and grown. Refined and succulent all at once. You are defining excellence with tossed words. Brian
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Craig Norris

16 years 10 months ago

Dear Brian,

My thanks for your encouragement and comments, hope your summer days slow dance and sparkle. Craig
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Craig Norris

16 years 10 months ago

Hey Kelsey

Thanks so much for taking the time and making the comments, glad you enjoyed. With that line... leaving me the taste your exit and the movement of your dress. You made me aware of the difficulties when one uses these short lines without punctuation, I read them as though there were comma's at the end. What I was getting at were the elusive qualities of taste, it may be perfume the person themselves, or the taste of the moment. I see the three things, the taste, the exit and the movement of the dress as distinct and separate elements, yet all of the same moment, softly separated. So I will I think put some punctuation in there, thanks Kels. Love. Craig
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Giuliana Isabella

16 years 10 months ago

Exquisitley worded and

Exquisitley worded and heartfelt, Craig. This is a short but stunning display of emotion and use of the senses. I love it. Giuliana
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bjp

16 years 10 months ago

Dear Craig,

I have been somewhat remiss by visiting less often. I am finding it hard to keep up with the swelling stream of working poetry. And you are so able that sometimes are left to your own ample skills. This piece is very good. It has the delicacy of a shy look, which is favoured in romance. And that is also my hesitation: it does not challenge enough, but falls into the step of the expected lover. And that lover is something of a mirage. For the lover will not always defer, and to pretend so is in some way misleading. It may be my failing, but I do not understand the notion of best foot forward. Not that I don't indulge from time to time, but there is also need for the ambiguous, the needy, the frightened, the failing and the lout, such as they exist, to be offered forth, where surprisingly, these necessary parts are often acknowledged and become the cause of inspiration. For they are such significant parts of us all. When I write this way, I image a grimace. But the skilled are subject to certain irritating expectations. That they will push past the expected, past adoration, past comfort, to the places of fear, uncertainty, even shame. They will air the linens not merely sweat into them. I do hope that you will only be able to find modest levels of hypocrisy in this comment when matched to my own work. Brian
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Craig Norris

16 years 10 months ago

Dear Brian

Thankyou for taking the time, the points you raise about the poem not challenging enough, about how the lover will not always defer, and the need for recognition of other less delicate conditions. These points do not elicit a grimace, rather, a quiet nod of the head and a soft yes. Craig