I’m a connoisseur
Of the air
Of the vibes
Of your hides
And your lies
Of the rise in emotions
You so passively guise
I am a connoisseur
Yes, I’m a connoisseur
In my art
Of eternal shell stepping
And avoidance of hurt
Practiced in caring
To the point I’m inert
So my new connoisseurship
Will be my own heart
Hmmm not sure about this one at all…but it’s my offering for this weeks OSI prompt connoisseur
August 8, 2010 at 4:54 pm
i think it does ring true.. after all, one is the expert in knowing one's own heart..!
August 8, 2010 at 6:48 pm
“I am a connoisseur,” i.e. a beach bum? Nice allegorical lines here, Julia. They come through pretty loud and clear.
BTW, Mrs. Jim and I just returned from holiday in London and the Baltic. Our daughter and her family have moved to London, for two to four years. We will return soon.
August 8, 2010 at 7:48 pm
good and nice hopes…beautiful words!!
August 8, 2010 at 10:07 pm
What an honour it must be to hear these lines. Impressed ! Please have a good new week.
August 9, 2010 at 1:36 am
It's a good thing to know one's heart! Lovely lines.
August 9, 2010 at 2:40 am
oh no…but you are a real connoisseur of feelings Julia…:)
that's far more important than anything else…:) *smiles*
i love your take…thanks for participating in my prompt! 🙂
August 9, 2010 at 2:56 am
“Practiced in caring/to the point I'm inert” sure speaks to me. I like this very much. So honest and real.
August 9, 2010 at 7:58 am
Thank you Leo 🙂
I hope you and Mrs Jim had a good time in London Jim! Perhaps one visit you might make it down to Brighton…nice day trip:)
Thank you Sandra, nice to meet you
ρομπερτ a pleasure to meet you this week too.
There's not a lot else I know as well Tumblewords…am suddenly filled with feeling that it would be lovely to know the heart of another as well
Thank you Amity! It was one of those challenging posts…I wasn't sure I liked what it brought out but very cathartic!:)
🙂 aye and there's the rub Sandy! Caught between desiring to know and love the hearts of others, to be in service to something beautiful, graceful and true, and getting caught up in 'caring'.
August 10, 2010 at 5:09 pm
Caring, careful, carefree… what a razor's edge we tread. A brilliant and brave poem.
August 13, 2010 at 11:36 pm
Avoiding hurt and pain is a natural instinct. Focusing on ones own heart ultimately can allow us to take that external risk. I hope we are all experts in ourselves.