The second stanza made me ever more curious as to how this may end. Remarkably penned and your use of metaphors are refreshing. Words have a way of conveying so much in so little space. The universe of language finds us capable of producing seamless pieces once we realize how express our inner most desires.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thank you for your kind and very poetic reply, Raven,
j.
Is it possible to parse a life sentence? To break down those feelings to the lowest common denominator...and when the claws are retracted...does the bleeding stop...or thinking too much...do the stitches pull free, re-opening the wounds...drenching the material with blood until the scabs reform.
When do we finally put aside the Frankensteinian aspects of love and move on?
A good write, j.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
ah that poor Creature...and those torches all lit.
thank you for your words, Ted,
j.
Poems or love when unraveled very rarely can be reinstated to their former glory. I have butchered poems by working on them too much. Once that happens you might as well give up. Same with relationships. Once broken, the effort required to mend them probably isn't worth it. There does come a point of no return. Much to consider in this short poem Jacob. Great metaphors here.
Chris
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thank you, Chris....appreciate your insight and your feeling this one.
j.
Well done... that is so Shakespearean, my friend!!! A play within a play.:):)
I don’t think I’ve ever seen love described as a cat’s claws, that is unique metaphor, and the way you incorporate the visual and the tactile while describing emotion adds another layer of elegance. Makes me think of Umberto Eco’s La Semiotica, with its codes and subcodes. All of this in three stanzas of poem.
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..