The floor being the grounding that we all come back to when our idealism loses its luster... After having a favorite, a room, a friend, a relationship, we step in one day to find that after neglecting the plaster on the wall, the only thing we have left to say is, "the picture is crooked".
This is so profound and relatable! Nicely done Jacob XOXO
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your insights and such kind words, D.
j.
This makes me thing of things of the past that used to mean so much to me but that now are reminders of the past I should forget and make me wonder why they ever meant anything to me at all. Feel this deeply.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your kind words, and for relating, Nadia.
j.
This is a well-written glimpse into a crumbling mind, whether by physical deterioration or simple distraction. I love the warmth conveyed about "a welcoming, understanding floor" & how this harkens to the comfort of reaching rock bottom sometimes. The final stanza is banging on every line.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you so much for your kind words, barleygirl,
j.
We remember in spite of ourselves. The secret wounds and the hidden hurts do not erode with time. Thing is, if we examine them closely, we realize they were not worth remembering. It's all in the perspective. Good one, Jacob. Lydi*
This is beautiful Sir! I read volumes in this write.. It is not the picture or the falling plaster that really matters it is the base, the standing support, the solid make that makes the difference..
It is great pleasure to be reading your writes ...
Thanks for this write....
This made me think of the house my dad built and driving by it now, years later, strangers living there, I look at it and all seems so small. Inside walls have been knocked out and the stairway moved to a new spot. I wonder if the old toys my dad stuck above the ceiling when he was finishing the upstairs are still there. Thanks for the memory Jacob. Valentine
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
wow, it would be so interesting to know if those toys are still there?
thanks for sharing you.. read morewow, it would be so interesting to know if those toys are still there?
thanks for sharing your story, Kathie..
I like the clarity of the vision, it has a way of coming to life because the reader can easily grasp what is being spoken, speaks of lives that have drifted apart over time so powerfully and poetically!
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..