"in the backseat barbecue
of youth."
I love that phrase. I guess youth does blind us in many ways..and throughout the rest all we do is cradle those never healing wounds...
This is rich in metaphors. I always get so much after reading you, Jacob. :)
sometimes the chemistry is right but the timing is all wrong
things sit on the burner too long or not long enough, or the temperature wasn't right
but the reaction lingers for so long
Something worth grieving, is what came to mind as I read and re-read this piece. I loved the shroud of solemnity drawn over an act of love from the past. It’s not often that tears are shed for something so far removed from the present, which shows just how deep this person’s influence was.
Only one small suggestion on L9: is should actually be are.
The real sophistication of this write, for me, is the statement that one heart could have touched another. The fact that we are reading about it makes me wonder if that heart wasn’t actually touched after all.:)
We're hit, tapped, stroked by what our hearts and others' tell us to do or not to do.. and i wonder just how often how, in the future there' ll be regrets for not stoking the fires. It's often a case of 'fools rush in' or 'go jump over the moon. Only two choices, say quickly.. then, do it! Just out of interest, what's so wrong with being out of Youth - and, still feeling alive?!
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..