Lovely, lilting,"crimson and clover" interlude between lovers..."you were my moonshine garden......the aisle of you drank in my countenance". Passionate with beautiful imagery and metaphor use. Exquisite poem.
A hint of the bitterness of romance gone wrong seasoned with a pleasant whiff of the fragranced promise of sweeter romance anew ... Life being what it is and all ... As Forrest Gump's momma said, "Life is like a box of chocolates ... Personally, I found some of those candy looking delights to be true to life turds ... Very insightful ...
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
your review is insightful, my friend...
yes, some of those chocolates we should just .. read moreyour review is insightful, my friend...
yes, some of those chocolates we should just leave in the box...
j.
7 Years Ago
Yep, you are right, cause ain't nothin' more disgusting than to learn you have planted your mouth on.. read moreYep, you are right, cause ain't nothin' more disgusting than to learn you have planted your mouth on a t**d ... LOL!
"petals doing the dead man's float" ...powerful turn ..the font gives it just that bit of boost to cause me to read it as an aside ... the last line so sadly punctuates the bleeding ..ouch says i ..ouchy ouch ouch!
E.
Seems in this relationship's drifting gentleness, you were led into a place which meant so much, then - left wondering how, what, why you were alone after being enticed then, seemingly, played with. You use language so beautifully, ' .. you were my moonshine garden on a late May afternoon. '
Only you Jacob could write something this devastatingly beautiful. Like you, I visit the ghosts too, but could never write something that astounds the mind and soul.
Is the thrill of romance worth the devastation of abandonment?
Better to have loved?--I guess so, though resulting pain and disillusionment can last a lifetime.
Gorgeous poem.
A sadness permeates this for me Jacob. The protagonist seems to go on a journey, perhaps a drinking spree and when he sees the light it is all too late as his love has left him. Full of emotion.
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..