"...riding in the carriage of an old Underwood" Oh wow. If you think I'm being over-the-top at 8:15 in the AM...well, sorry but this is one of your best. Again, you used the theme I really like that I mentioned before. Turning words inside out, looking at them in a mirror...
Thank you for posting this...gives me hope...
Definitely a poem after a writer's heart. Delightful wordplay with writing ideas & implements almost forgotten. Love the affectionate overtones of invitation (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Jacob, I have an old black Underwood sitting on my desk to remind me what writing should be. This poem is a wonderful mime, the sense of touch prevailing and enriching the perfect metaphor. Dramatic spacing and cadence. The third verse really resonated with me. The words we write even when “ we know our hearts’ script can be remembered without words.”...Amazing, I applaud you.
damn! one of your finest jacob! i feel complete in your closing ... such a tribute to language, love and poetic perfect imperfection as the song says ;) really enjoyed reading ... glad it did not slip past me ..the soft parchment, fingers along the edges ... the freckles ...your title .. fine stuff says i!
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I really liked reading your poem, I can see my own self reading a book, seeing how it brings the move to my own mind of images, that play's out in the seen. Thank you so much for sharing your work. I do hope you visit my page I would really like if you could read some of my work. thank you.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for your words Lilly, and i will make a visit to your page as soon as time allows.
.. read morethank you for your words Lilly, and i will make a visit to your page as soon as time allows.
when I first started to write, I used my mom's old typewriter.... the clack clacking of the round faced keys made a music that helped me with meter and rhyme.... I still have her typewriter and occasionally get it out to ink up a sheet of paper.... the bell sound as the carriage reached the end of a line reminds me that there is a special love found in the union of ink, words and paper....
when you mention that your "style" (for lack of a better word) of no punctuation in this and many other of your poems reminds me of e.e.cummings in many ways, but also in how he found love in poetry, as did you 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..