I don't know what to say exactly but I do like, as I've mentioned before, your crossing the line between nouns and verbs, i.e., love left without paying its bill. Lots of great images--the cleaning service left years ago, put sheets of poems on the bed.
this is kind of a wicked weaving of very real old age stuff and conditions of the nation ... as well as an appropriate opiate for any and all involved ... from relatives of the aged to poets to worn out to feel the streets ... thank you for a very stimulating read ..just another poem that i really like from your pages sir! :)
E.
Beautiful, how mind overtakes the heart?... sometimes. But where are we heading to with all the reason? Am sure it's obscure for everyone. But it is a fact to accept and work on. Thank you for sharing it. Oh, the first two lines play an important role.
Jacob Jacob, over the years you continually amaze me with your poetry and to tell you the truth, one reason I haven't left Wc is you, your poetry which completely sweeps me off my feat, amazes me and of cos gets my muse back. I hope you are not planning to close account cos if you do, you will totally disappoint me. Well done well done sir.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you, Cassie, for your kind words....i am quite moved by what you said.
not plan.. read morethank you, Cassie, for your kind words....i am quite moved by what you said.
not planning on leaving...just been swamped lately with summer school classes....can't get here as often...
" A bunch of room with empty beds, no one sleeps together anymore." Thanks for this marvelous and wise metaphor---After hearing Pres. Obama's Memorial speech today, all I can think about is that this poem sounds just like the HOTEL AMERICANA(:) Thanks for this excellent write.
A forever friend,
Doug
Your poem takes me on a nice, imaginative journey, it is studded with picturesque expressions, I especially like the last stanza. A smooth and vivid write.
I always feel like motels are some sort of icon of romantic angst and the approach this poem took to describing emotional (maybe even physical?) tension in relation to a motel was really captivating and emphatic.
as long as it isn't bates motel, the emptiness of the motel, the flickering of the neon light, the desolate eeriness suggested this motel is haunted lol.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..