Hmm... This was interesting. The ending confused me a bit; what was this person feeling guilty about, or was he really feeling guilty at all? Nicely written but leaves me wanting more. Please write another chapter to this!

its all too much to take it. Too allusive, too magnificent and transcending, you get better by the hour se chas, chasov! Mucheat!

kai

Ah. The Scarlet Letter. Hester. .

I agree, it has been taken and raped by zealots.

"simply let guilt alone. it is perfectly comfortable by himself" Oh the irony! ;o)

wonderfully woven, great flow.

I love your stuff. all of it.

Thanks for teh reviews.

oh, poor desecrated artists, who's lives are ravaged and picked at by the erudite worldwide! why must things be dug up in their graves? imagine tchaikovsky! laying immaculate as a lily in his grave (or perhaps a chrysanthemum), bleached white through symphonies of passionate toil and strife-and here they veritably dig down into his very grave and pull up his figure, strangling and tearing that fragile whiteness in lieu of the new sun. his immaculate petals are stained, like the fine hairs of a viol's bow that has been gripped by generations.

acht sorry for the tangent. but your poem inspires such feelings within me.

lorraine