You seem to understand this piece so well. I'm glad that you've found things that you can identify with.

Cheers.

I'm glad you like the poem, James.

As you wrote your comments at the bottom of another poem, I'm repeating it here if that's OK.

"I like 'All I can do' very much too. In the second section, or stanza, I notice especially the long line, which is just right for what it says. It's hard to pin down, but it seems to suggest that the feeling of vulnerability lingers, isn't just of the moment, whereas the rest of this stanza is about momentary feelings or impulses. But... 'The warmth of your gaze' and 'images of tenderness' do strike me as a bit like the lyrics of a musical. Maybe you need something more in keeping with 'The palm of your hand/with the palm of mine', which is so much more immediate. And the last line doesn't seem necessary: 'And all I can say/Is nothing' would end the poem well, echoing earlier lines."

I don't really agree though that certain lines are a bit like the lyrics of a musical. There's nothing wrong with a musical of course. But, I think the words are in keeping with the feelings they convey and the rest of the poem.

I also think that, on the contrary, the line "As things just fade away" is crucial. The poem would feel unfinished to me if I left it as you suggest.

I'm afraid I'm left with the same impression as before. 'And the palm of your hand/With the palm of mine' seems immediate and real; 'warmth of your gaze' doesn't seem to have these qualities. It seems a ready-made phrase, second-hand language. From the former I get a sense of living language (as I do from practically every line of the poem); from the latter, not much of that sense. And the last line still seems a little weak. 'Things' - maybe the vaguest word in the dictionary. I can just about see it this way: maybe what is fading away is clear enough from the rest of the poem, but by the end what is happening is that the experience and the feelings around it have diminished into mere 'things'. That would maybe justify the last line. Again, I hope you won't mind these perhaps rather finicky criticisms. I make them because, as I already said, I find your work full of vitality. These aren't poems to be read once and dismissed. Like all good poetry, they engage the reader. As a result of that engagement, I find just here and there a line or two that doesn't seem to come alive in the same way as the rest. Tell me I'm wrong.

James.

Still not sure about the distinction you make between the '...palm of your hand...' and the 'warmth of your gaze...'. True, the first is talking of concrete physical things, while the other is more interpretive that you glean from the look in someone's eyes or their smile or lack of. But someone who yearns for someone would be looking for both: the physical and the signs that keep hope alive.

As for the last line 'As things just fade away'. This is so crucial. Without it, the overall meaning of the poem changes.

I'm glad you find my poems engaging though.

Thanks.

This is so close to home for me. I almost shed a tear; every word, line and emotion touched me. I cannot pick a favourite part, I'm afraid I love it all!
Thank you, this is beautiful.
Stacey

Stacey, your comments are much appreciated. It's always satisfying when your poem manages to reach out and touch somebody. So, I'm glad you got something from it.

Awwww Jib, this poem is lovely! I really felt for the subject who just seems to be 'loving from afar' and having to hold all those wonderful feelings of love inside.

(Hmmm, I wonder if someone feels that way about me!) It's a very beautiful poem.

regards
Jennifer

Ahh, thanks Jennie. Glad you like it.