I love this! I love the way it feels so compelling, like we're ready to jump into the sea of uncertainty alongside you. I get so tired of whiny poems that refuse to own one's choices in a heartbreak situation. It's beautifully palpable, the way you've portrayed human fallibility here! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for this review, Margie...you make me feel that some things are write are worthwhile and i.. read morethank you for this review, Margie...you make me feel that some things are write are worthwhile and i do strive not to be "the same"!
thank you
j.
Passion floods this piece ! I can feel it within your words here. Sometimes it is scary to find ourselves lost in the fiery passion of love, because it is in this state that we are most vulnerable. Chemisty between two people is like your subconscious begging your conscious to do something that could potentially crush us emotionally. But with a red fiery passion such as the one portrayed in this piece, there’s no resisting that kInd of reaction. It’s like a proton and an electron—uncontrollable connections.
Apparently, fervently wishing to settle out of court, you are a litigant who stands ready to be repeatedly compromised.
Collude away, dude!
Extremely clever, Mr. J!
It's like that big cream cake sitting in front you.
You look at it, it's pulling you towards it.
You're having it. It was bloody good.
Sometimes two people at that moment in time are meant to be together.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
your response made me hungry for cake..poppyseed...
yes, sometimes people are meant to be tog.. read moreyour response made me hungry for cake..poppyseed...
yes, sometimes people are meant to be together, even if it is only for a glimpse.
j.
A delightful collusion it is...when the magnetism is that strong. No matter how many times our brains tell us we must resist a certain someone, our bodies betray us. When the memory is still strong, it was special. LydI**
I feel like watching those judges' shows on TV. The drama, the combustion and then the lawsuit. All rise to the judge but not the jury. There must be a winner and a loser here. Kudos, sir Jacob...
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..