The Stairs Of Caprice

[billy]

I am confused, the heart of the poem I thought was me! lol "If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there." -Lewis Caroll

Thank you for the insight. Sincerely appreciated. kate

you'd know that because you were the poet who wrote.

and caroll is right, but he doesn't say; and once you're there you'll know where you are. and he doesn't say; and everyone will get there with you.

his jabberwok i felt though nonsense, conveyed some of what was him, he was the centre of the poem. he was at odds with everything and yet he overcame, he was the core of a silly little poem that many at first didn't see as anything more than bird shit on a page. but when you read, i mean really read it, he's in there. the core is obvious. he was the heart but more than that, he showed us the heart with his funny words he embellished his heart and allowed us to unwrap it.

i like to think a lot of me is at the core of my poetry but i'm sure no one see that. but it's sometimes what i aim for, for them to see a piece of me in there.

i don't mean any disrespect, but i never you in the poem, or what i perceived you to be in there. i saw something poetic and possibly something higher than we can dream to be, but i never saw word weaver, i never saw kate.

Behold!
Its golden welcome stands sublime,
The Temple of Anamnesis.

even metaphorically speaking, is that where you stand or sit. and if so, isn't too ambiguous to be A thing A core of you. i know of at least two meanings for Anamnesis which can be connected to a temple.

i see the heart of ideals maybe, of religion or philosophy but i don't see the heart of a person. it doesn't make me laugh or cry or want or need or sweat as seeing someone's heart does (to me at least)

of course what i want doesn't really matter, what matters is what is the poet prepared to give?

i do so hope i get to see more of your poetry and heart kate