this vine is a necklace
this necklace is a rope
you do not remember tying
it slips its loop round
the fingers frantic
the vine it is
still brown from winter's half-hearted frost
green creeping toward it
natura non contristatur
no vine cries
no rope refuses to tighten
no breath cares if it is the last
I don't like the title. If you have a phrase like 'natura non contristatur' followed by what you have it (the title seems a bit applicable and blunt).
I'm saying this is sophisticated writing.
The only other criticism I have is that on the page it looks like a pig. That is a frustration I encounter often. Sometimes you feel like you have the words but you can't get it to sit right, in this case I think you have done so well with the words you should do your best to dress it up, experimenting with different fonts and formats. Anyway, this is razzle dazzle stuff. At some point I will come back to this poem and the other one I commented on tonight and be a bit more descriptive about what I thought was so good about them.
half hearted attempts at love...green creeping toward it...(hope)
but the noose is tightened....with you i feel constricted, restricted---choking on what i thought was a new beginning...
but you are gone, and you feel remorseless...and now i feel cold as that half hearted frost...and also feel remorseless...
i see that gift of a neckless...indicating love and caring and sharing in its initial role as a representation of love...then later it becomes something that chokes...that feels tight around the neck...a bad relationship becomes an albatross..
i really like the way this piece develops a feeling of almost positive...but just almost...until the end when it doesn't matter anymore..go ahead and tighten it.
"no breath cares if it is the last"