i loved you profusely, with run-on emotions, but you edited my feelings until the heart beats became stiff and formal until there were too many stops, the periods and semi-colons interrupted the
affection
until i could no longer write you with abandon, until innocence and trust were question marks and my love became something i tried to justify
with hesitant language hesitant approach, until i finally reached the conclusion of us,
and moved on to the next assignment hoping i could free-write into it the words would find new meaning and a perfect ending that never ended.
Great metaphor. Sometimes relationships, like writing, fail because we can't or won't let go and get right to the core of it. Thats my take on it anyway!
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
really like your interpretation, Zeitnot...thank you,
j.
Yaasss! Love does become stilted and laborious when constantly receiving direction, like an actor in THEIR play, as opposed to a co-star in both of your story. Take a bow...
Ahhhh, the English professor in you will out dear friend! You are Word and Grammar-Meister par excellence. Perfect language, flow, rhythm. I hear the typewriter keys (are there still such things?) in the bacground tapping in flawless punctuation of each line. "Until I could no longer write you with abandon"-great! Hopeful ending...yes!
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
haven't used an actual typewriter in years...but sure miss them...
thank you, Annette.
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thank you, Annette.
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..