Halloween is rising
through woven dimples
amongst a twisted grin,
shuttered neath fleshy flaps
smoothing two sets of awnings
under binary caterpillars.
A wretchedly sad post, pointing out with extraordinary phrases ie, '.. when attention span wanes with wormy foreclosure' how it is, will be. Having experienced a darling's recent death, I realise more and more that, life is what matters because we can do something about it in a mulitude of ways and finally call, 'I did it my way.. and thus, have few complaints. See you, on the other side!' No eyes to see, no mind to analyse, no more but, BUT, the memories left behind to say only the kindest wore his/her shoes. Perhaps?
You forever write/post words to ponder, weep or smile over.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
i am sorry that you had to relate in such a sad way to this, em...but yes, we want to remember the k.. read morei am sorry that you had to relate in such a sad way to this, em...but yes, we want to remember the kind words, the loving memories of those who have gone too soon...those we loved..they will always hold a special place in our hearts.
j.
Knowing, that someday, we will all end up like this, gives one pause, enough to think that we normally have no control over how we shuffle off. But we do have some control over how we live. Dying doesn't frighten me nearly as much, as not having lived, and doing what I'm meant to do. Soulful and introspective writing, Jacob. Awesome work.
Mark
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
yes, we will all die some day, Mark..but it is how we live that counts...for whatever time we have. .. read moreyes, we will all die some day, Mark..but it is how we live that counts...for whatever time we have. You have such keen insights on life...thank you,
j.
I get that feeling sometimes of wasting away in front of the mirror. Rotting slowly from doubt. What's the point? We're all worm food. There is that need for some type of legacy to be left on someones doorstep. Muh. Dark. Your poem is soul crushing. It's true talent to flip from dark to light. Play with both.
Great work, j! CD
I had to read this one because this is the rainiest couple of days we have had in Phoenix in a couple years, although its not cold. Those opening words are a fantastic start, staking down the setting and the tone in 5 words is something to be proud of for sure. The stagnant odor of regret is something I can definitely identify with. This why I am going to be cremated I think...cuz I look bad in lead shoes. What an awesome write, from stem to stern. Thank you!
Oh how delightful..."wormy foreclosure" , "thoughts encrypted", "stagnant odor of regret".....such lovely little morsels. If I could be the protagonist in this poem, such scrumptious words would surely give me faith in that altar ;)
Brilliant poetry, Jacob
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, SleeplessVolcano...
j.
and rot we all will eh!? poets can be so critical of our own work i think ...but it is those gold teeth nuggets that make the effort all worth while ... your poem puts me right in the box... comically reading the patent ..i think we just may have some moments before leaving the body for good ...and then leaving the world ...i hope i am not spending them on cynicism .... but i love his grit ... he does have his say tho helpless to resist the hands that prepared and the prayers and eulogies offered ...if we have those moments ;))))))))))))))))))))
E.
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..