Your folder "Little Things": Your folder "Little Things" contains so many giant little gems. Like this. And the author's note is as priceless as the poem!
There's an enchanting: There's an enchanting clarity, a purity, about your soft, spare focus on a reed—a small everyday miracle that leads the reader into a contemplative state. And from that state, that metaphorical launch pad, you offer a wake-up call about the pitfalls of conversation and relationships. A delicate powerhouse of understanding. Love this!
I had to choose life, so I'm: I had to choose life, so I'm still sober, but I do enjoy your instinctive ability to craft startling innovations of language. When I see a new post by you, I consider it a must-read. Always a pleasure.
A spot-on demonstration of: A spot-on demonstration of those head games that don't always work as we wish they would. Brilliantly concentrated and subtle with so much beneath the surface. Well done!
Spontaneous prayers seem to: Spontaneous prayers seem to be a direct route to the Heart of The Most High. Humility, empathy and sincerely radiate in this micro tower, making it a spiritual epic. Thank you for being a scribe to the Infinite, so whoever needs this will be blessed.
With your customary poetic: With your customary poetic skill, you depict a very bleak prospect indeed; and one which, I suspect, happens far too often and far too extensively. I also think that most people are unable to articulate it---but this poem definitely provides expression of it, and that will help others who are unable to make such an expression.
You were kind enough not to: You were kind enough not to mention the inappropriate word, "proud," in the title. I have changed it to "smug," more befitting to the content of the poem.