Wow I got no words-- me--i got no words... Ah-ha, but it seems you are in fact all of the above and then some in this great smash smack of emotions you wrote! I love this every last drop.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you so much, Bad bunny...i am surprised to see this one resurfacing...and glad it works for re.. read morethank you so much, Bad bunny...i am surprised to see this one resurfacing...and glad it works for readers...'
j.....
J.
I almost missed this one! May I say this is top notch stuff! Not that I don't enjoy your current work, but I think it is possibly your best . . . to me (right along side your poem about a Bronx street turning into a wave). Love that line near the end, "after all/it's all just a bluff." What an honest confession! Are we not walking contradictions!? This poem expresses so well how we live out so many convolutions. "I want to live outside myself/in the safety of my own mind." Oh how bi-polar are are desires . . . wanting to go beyond our fears and phobias, prejudices, self deceit , etc . . . yet not willing to give up the very things that beset us so.
Wonderful and exacting poem my friend. Congratulation.
Tom
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you so much for your very kind words, Tom.
j.
My first impression was but you do all that Jacob. And then I got deeper into the poem and realised more.
So excellent writing by, (I will still say it) someone I regard as a master.
Your "wants" are not only contradictory, they are virtually impossible--which may well explain why you so deeply desire them in your life.
Love poker; sometimes my lousy pair of deuces wins!
A profound and pleasing poem that exudes quality; radiates insight
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
sometimes the smallest hands come out on top...so true..
thank you, Jimmy.
dear Jacob... poetry is like a game of poker...
a matter of luck... a pair... a full house...
an ill wind or winner take all... inspiration is fragile like a tender kiss or a flower... truly, Pat
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
yes, fragile like a tender kiss or flower...so true.
thank you, Pat.
j.
Yes I to want to be all that lol. One forgets oneself when one wants to immerse into the other with the shadow of doubt lingering in the background where you want your protected armour on. I thought the last stanza really had a twist somewhat Alfred Hitchcock like " holding a dead hand.... breathing keys.somewhat dark.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your insights and kind review, andrew.
j.
I want to be the author of this poem :P we can be whatever we imagine ourselves to be, at least in our own minds? I don't want to be Bogart though..."To have and to have not", my favorite of yours I think ...
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you my poetic friend, for your kind words.
j.
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..