Metaphorically speaking, no one comes close to you, Jacob. It's a talent you exude that I've long admired, and it just seems appropriate to tell you from time to time, so that you never forget what a gift it truly is - that YOU truly are!
"My pencil is dragging
the page
a poor representation
of how you made me feel."
...bingo!
Posted 5 Years Ago
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5 Years Ago
You are such a kind soul, Kelly....thank you for your words,
j.
I relate to this so much, I'm an amatuer artist and I really get the sensations you describe. the circled emotions makes me think of the way my friend draws emotions, and I often compare myself to a window, broken, see through, sharp, hard.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thank you for your words, WeakFreak. I appreciate how you related to this piece.
j.
It's never enough, however to try to convey ourselves, the strokes of a paintbrush or through the pen on paper, there's just a touch incompleteness when it comes to feelings. Your last lines really touched me.
In this, you perpetuate your gift of making near wonder out of tragedy, that by a unique way of using language that speaks in rich colour and clarity. Strangly, the latter is spite of your ready skill with metaphors! They really do send those phrases into another dimension!
yep, love is like this... shattered glass, bloody and messy and how artists paint the canvas with limp watches hanging from tree limbs and screams echoing on a bridge at sunset or self portraits with bandaged ears... often poetry, like paintings, are outside the lines, are filled with the metaphors and images of askewed language and the pane that needs replacing cause we can no longer see through them.... and you Jacob are an artist with a brush stroke that takes us on emotional journeys and we stare/read with awe and wonderment...
Oh, what a superb poem Jacob, of love and passion and even enthusiasm when it's in full bloom and when it turns bitter and sour. The pain just seeps from the wounds.
That 3rd stanza is great coming off the 2nd! If I'm correct in my conclusion of this . . . the things we say to one another mean life or death to a relationship. I admit I love trying to figure out your little puzzles my friend.
Tom
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
and how you read it is how it is..the reader owns the poem...thank you, Tom,
j.
It is difficult to find the words sometimes to adequately express the feelings we have at the time. Somewhat forlorn, and tattered, the remnants of our past lives, but yet, sweet, and tender.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thank you for your insights and kind words, Lyn.
j.
there is always something behind the words, more to be felt, in need to be felt, when there is so much inside and feelings trying the best to paint, when You even don't know what to do, what to say, what to write, how to express, here even the very simple of words will be bursting the page trying to reach out, and the genuineness of real feelings will be spreading all over, exactly as here, the fineness of Your words haunt my heart, and I've been there many many times... Thank You my friend for sharing the pure words of Your pure heart.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
and your words are very kind in your review, Light,
thank you.
j.
Then and now, compared in portrait of words, would be unrecognizable as being from the same mind, about the same person, and most likely the signatures wouldnt match either, as whatever caused that elegant calligraphy, has been replaced by a word document in sixteen point bold. Or is that just me? :)
A wonderfully written valentine of yesterday nonetheless Sir. Keep stretching those fingers.
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5 Years Ago
thank you for your words, i appreciate your insights, Lorry,
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..