Bittersweet. A love lost because the poet used the wrong words or could not find the right ones. "before the ink dried on his heart.".....what a fantastic line! Lydi**
isn't it funny how we live and breathe our words.. It's one way we know how to express, yet when we need them, sometimes we are the worst at communicating.. hindsight and reflection are needed in the trenches not once the battle is over.. sometimes fate and karma are cruel cousins that keep us in business. this one tugs with a sweet vulnerability. your thought provoking pieces hook me in with their cleverness and possibilities, but these heartfelt ones really get me.I really enjoyed this one Jacob.
Poignant, memories of love on the written page-" the tears of a poet---"smearing ink with sadness. Feelings of inadequacy, regret "..who never really knew what to say before the ink dried..on his heart."-brilliant line. Brilliant poet.
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..