indigo shadows follow incognito.
hunger stalks pity
satiating nil.
virtue falters to vanity
counting newly gained
limbs from a leper.
good will reeks resentment
coyly cloying
innocent swallows.
intotheindigo
My muse's quiet amusement
intotheindigo 
Yes I feel the same with how it feels to share poetry. Perhaps, but i feel there is also strength in letting go and letting your works speak for itself whatever way it wants to be =)
The tags add something to where my mind went…then when I just went back I read the title for the first time. Great piece.
Thank you Carl, you’ve touched upon a truth, sometimes the tags tell more of my interpretation of
the piece sometimes they’re just buzz words. =)
I often use very few tags because I don’t want to give away or spoil the poem for the reader. Sometimes I get a comment and it sheds the poem in a whole new light and I wonder if part of me hadn’t meant that in the first place after all… and could only find the smallest voice as some freudian slip.
what you say is very true, but i can’t seem to resist at times =D
I am fascinated by new interpretations but a part of me still wants to give a clue =)
And I love the clues. Perhaps I am just afraid. To share poetry is already to expose a part of your own soul. Perhaps I just can’t bear to expose too much at once.
“coyly cloying…” that is such a good line. It is amazing what you can do with two words.
Yes indeed! =)