my heart cannot be
tempered; though many other
parts of me endure.
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the edges of myself 
What I love about your haikus is that I can read them over and over and they never become old. I think I read this one 20 times now and still love it. 🙂
what i love about your comments– is they make me feel all glowy and understood. (i know glowy’s not a word– but i really like it– and sometimes as a poet you get to take liberties, right? particularly when talking to another poet.) thank you for your amazing comment, as always.
That’s one of the things I love about writing…taking liberties. I think the heart of a poet is sometimes best understood by another poet. 🙂