The incredible siege of Sôze

Crims

thanks for the love missus, always a pleasure to have you drop by and lay down your thoughts

This felt like a love poem but the contrasting "anxiety and joy" , the ambivalence of the fingers and the name "soze" threw me. Soze reminded of a fella who pretended to be someone he wasn't - in a truly frightening and controlling way.
This then suddenly felt like a brilliant poem of the affair that's gone wrong - the "love" which lays siege to your very self. - makes you feel kidnapped in the bed you share - the only relief the relief of Stockholm not Soze.
Or I could be wrong!!!
Made me think tho ... Either way as I chased the crack

^ ah, Whale,  I like that, it's brilliant, much more complex than my simple chain of thought. Kinda wish I'd thought of it myself  
 
I might change fingers if its giving off an ambivalence, I'll have to try think of a more appropriate word or words  
 
your comment has given some food for thought about language and word choice, thank you for that, and for the time you took to express your
in-depth analysis. Much appreciated  
 

No I love fingers - the fingers gotta stay in

..There's another Mr Söze? well that's really gonna piss Mr Söze off

ah, Missus Noctem, nice of you to drop by and leave your brain print. I'm happy you enjoyed the read.

thank you kindly

missus Sub
 
great line of thinking there, I think you've touched upon some of the foundations or initial thoughts that lay at the core of this poem.  
 
for me, essentially, the image of the creeping ivy represents a less corrosive play. it's more about the movement than its properties, and of course the sheer volume that creeping ivy can spread itself over time. (though, not being one for horticulture there's every chance that I could have gotten the wrong strain) the most vivid image I have is when it covered an old country cottage with its blood red and dark green leafage, when new owners moved in they had it stripped away ant the cottage looked quite bare, lost its character in a way.
 
you know my thinking, so you'll not be surprised at my reluctance to go too deep into the black and white of it all. partly because I think the ambiguity adds a little in the context of giving readers some scope to conjure their own summations, and they have been very interesting and a pleasure to read.
 
I thank you much for diving into the depths of the words, and for taking the time to think about them and express them so clearly.  
 
much appreciated Missus

Magdalena

I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm not keen on fingers, I think fingers are an integral part of the human anatomy and frankly I think we'd be lost without them.
all seriousness aside though I tried digits not long after first posting but changed it back to fingers because I thought it was more human sounding. thank you for your suggestions, I appreciate that a lot.

also thank you for dropping by and leaving your tiny footprint, appreciate that a lot too :

 

Eamonn, mo Chara,

Your vivid, symbolic imagery creates one of those pieces, that leaves me with a feeling that 'something' is sneaking about in the shadows...watching...waiting---that sudden urge to glance over my shoulder....

The 'mystery' is what truly makes this piece compelling! Is it only lust?  Is it really a 'forbidden' love--the 'anxiety with the joy?'

(Or, does "something wicked this way comes"???...)

Intriguing Ink!

Enchanted one, cónas atá tú

apologies for the eerie feelings, by all accounts this söze fellow seems to be quite the character, so if you happen to see a devil with a false limp when you do look over your shoulder, my advise would be to run, run like a woman possessed

I like the idea of mystery, I think it brings a certain enchantment (for lack of a better word) and of course thank you for dropping by and leaving your wonderful narrative

Sigh...missing digits and that gaping "whole" feeling...to me anxiety and joy fits the scene perfect...hearts race when in fear or feeling frail...or when realization hits of someone's impact-we are simple creatures and security is an elusive wench-Touching Write Lepp!!!

Ah, G man, us new age romanticalls are a dying breed, gone are the days of Spandau Ballet and the likes. (moment's silence)

very happy you've gotten the joy plus anxiety feel, for a minute there I was thinking it was some kind of abnormality

thank you kindly for the wonderful words, and encouragement.

ha ha - was always more of a soul boy! Tho' Spandau's chant No.1's a classic

Miss Uma

delightful interp to read Miss, thank you. I'm glad you mentioned the title, I thought that Sôze would be much better served by siege without the Mr preceding it. my thinking there was that The incredible siege of Mr Sôze would put an almost comedial edge upon it, plus Sôze could easily be interpreted as a place thus giving siege more power in both title and stanza. I like your breeze analogy too, rather fitting.

thank you most kindly for the time taken to comment here and indeed for your delightful analysis.

Thanks Kourtni

agreed, I find it to be hit and miss at the best of times. I expect that simplicity must help projecting impressions. Its good to know why things work for people, cheers for that

thanks for dropping by, Kourtni and for laying down your thoughts

Sure is! I love love love the end

Haven't seen numbers that large (in the statistics, that is) in a long time... demonstrates quite well that concept of keeping it concise that you were talking about, not being too wordy.

Angel of darkness

I'm not so sure the stats are anything to write home about. But certainly I've been trying to use words more sparingly as I go. that said, there is fun to be had with words, throwing words together, stringing silly sentences and such larks. definitely avoid reiteration and over working a concept/ line/ stanza

all a work in progress m'man

thanks for dropping by and leaving  your thoughts

Indigo

welcome to the underground ..and get out of my head, it'll scar you for life.

I think you've felt the whole thing with an eerie precision with regards to the thoughts that were put into it, which gives me a nice boost re clarity of transition of thoughts to words, that said it also leaves me hoping you don't go deciphering my more purposely clouded writes :)

anyhow, delighted to have your thoughts here, thank you for that, and for dropping by