god'swife30 Dec 2002

How does light fall less on deaf ears than on the ears of the hearing? You seem like a passionate person, always necessary for a poet, but your poem is too much about what you feel, and too little about what happened. Life is a confusing and difficult thing, except of course those secret moments. What has your sub-conscience created? By the way, I think it's a bad idea to place a line break after 'sub'. How about just 'This light that brakes through the bitter black, is my only compass'?