Some are condemned by themselves, "I've made my bed..."
As you well know Jacob this life is oh so fleeting, so to live large chunks of it unhappy makes little or no sense. We should have the courage, selfishness even, to grant ourselves happiness.
Good evening Jacob, hope you are well.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
doing fine, Gee, thanks...and thanks for your words on the poem. Hope you are well, too.
read moredoing fine, Gee, thanks...and thanks for your words on the poem. Hope you are well, too.
j.
7 Years Ago
My pleasure. All is grand in my world Jacob.Thank you
Ah growing up and having to accept the mantels of maturity, responsibility and conformity. Such a sad way for a Bohiemian heart to starve. So flowing in another elegant and enjoyable piece Jacob.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your insights and kind words, John.
j.
Unfortunately, not sleight of hurt.
For me, the magic was early lost--never to rear its pretty head, again.
A smart bit of creative insight that, once again, reveals my own personal wretchedness.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for sharing that you related to this piece, Jimmy.
When I read "knowing we were a fleeting occasion," I was chilled to the bone. My perspective on this beautiful moment you began to describe was flipped, and the reality of the situation set in as I read on. I also loved your comparison of the encounter (or even the relationship itself) to a cocoon: something safe, temporary, and transformative.
Great title-Passion and eloquence with transience and abandon. Consenting adults..Stolen moments-, unjudged. "finders keepers, may be true...but shelter is a temporary stay"-thought provoking."wondering why we had to..lose the magic". It's complicated...
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your words, Annette. It is complicated.
j.
WOW...what a story told here. An affair of the heart...each knowing the passion they share is fleeting, but worth the risk. How sad that many feel they are stuck in a bad relationship and have to turn to someone else....someone unavailable. Lydi**
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..