Thanks for that input. I definitely feel like I threw this one together, and am out of practice! 

I think you should pay a bit more attention to the sonics of your verse. For instance, this line:

> No misunderstood complexity

This line has no metrical relation to anything that comes before or after, and I find the use of the two multisyllabic words land incredibly strange on the ear. Now in a vacuum this line is fine, but on either side you have the repetition of the word no. This repetition sets up a rhythm in your reader, and that seems to be something you're in part aware of, since you lead right into the wonderfully percussive and alliterative

>no soot-stained sinew  
>Blackened by survival

With such a strong rhythm in your middle stanza (which I would have formatted as a single rhyming couplet, rather than a 4 line stanza, but that's just preference) and a decent flow in the first three lines of stanza one, the clunkyness of "no misunderstood complexity" comes of amateurish indifference to your poem's meter/rhythm, rather than a deliberate artistic choice to play with or u

I think what you've got here is just the tip of an iceberg. I would love to see some images like the "crow's feet adornments" for the types of fears and experiences that would make someone callous. Right now the piece is a bit ambiguous to me, like you're talking around a wound.

My favourite stanza has to be the second for the "crow's feet" and rhyme (intentional or not) of "survival" and "denial". I did like the first line of the piece and I thought white and green are colours used often to describe the beginning of a timeline. Despite that, I liked the flow of those two lines.

I think the first stanza is somewhat weak in contrast to the other two, which I really enjoyed. Mostly, I really hate the line

>A white soul - not yet green

it's way too straightforward, and I feel like it's unnecessary. 

I really like the imagery and rhyming in the second stanza, which flows very nicely. I like the third stanza as well, it works well as a closer. 

I quite like the contrast between an empty life and being empty-handed, and the interrelation we discover between them in the last stanza.  To make this more comprehensible to me as a turn though I feel like I need a "but" or something to indicate a turn for the last stanza.  That could be my song-writing background talking as buts are thrown in like salt to link song sections together sometimes but I feel like reading it with that works better.  It makes the last stanza more conclusive.  But instead of some perhaps?

the meter in the second really drives the poem- if you could get that same meter in the first stanza and then keep the last as is, the shift in rhyme scheme would really highlight that and make it stand out.

I was born empty-handed  
A white soul - not yet green  
No fear, no callous  
No misunderstood complexity.  


No soot-stained sinew  
Blackened by survival  
Or the crow's feet adornments  
Of years of denial.  


Some unexplained haste  
To grasp onto anything  
Filled my hands up  
And left my life empty.  

[1](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6cpcmo/the_dust_of_the_sun/dhx14ir/)
[2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6cpo79/i_dont_know_if_this_is_a_good_piece_just_some/dhx1aay/)

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