it gets awkward; being a poet I mean. Because everything you touch or reach at is somehow
laid before you like a giant, beautiful rug. You don't want to step on it because it's far too beautiful.
And because of it's beauty there are places in your home (or your heart) that it doesn't belong. So we
move our emotions around to fit all the many storied sequences of fate because fate has no
conditional or influenced substitute.
I can remember the early sugar substitutes....Saccharin. Although it was very sweet it never really
was sugar was it Jacob.. //great poem....dana
Despite the fact that there is no substitute for some things, sometimes we try anyway. A minor question/comment -- punctuation in the second stanza, not sure the reason for the comma after upon. Maybe I am missing something, as you are not apt to use incorrect punctuation.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
pausing upon that word...stress...
thank you for your comment and for the careful rea.. read morepausing upon that word...stress...
thank you for your comment and for the careful read...
the longing is palpable and i do feel the deep sadness ..so relatable ... its a misery not being able to let go .. the little twist of sarcasm i read at the start doesn't inhibit the underlying pain .. i spent too much time in more than one such coffee house ...numb ... no sugar added :(
E.
While your composure may be saccharine based, your love sure does sound like some pure sugar cane.
An intensely romantic metaphor, Jacob; one providing a very rich, rewarding read!
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..