You are the pope of emotional poetic exorcism. I read your words and think "oh yeah, he knows!" Its there in all its rawness. It's there, it strikes you, then it leaves the body. Your words are the ashes that rise up, float away, feeds the soil of another field. Great stuff, jacob.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
love your review, CD..so poetic...Exorcism i find a fascinating subject and appreciate the allusion .. read morelove your review, CD..so poetic...Exorcism i find a fascinating subject and appreciate the allusion to it.
thank you...
j.
In looking back over my life, I don't regret anything. The highs and lows, the ups and downs, the ebbs and flows, the heartache and heartbreak … they are all fuel for the fire … the ashes of life if you will. Life cuts but it's the cuts that make you shine. Your voice is like leather - soft, pliant, amenable, dependable, luxurious, and ever-lasting. It's quality every time.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
thank you for those very, very kind words, Linda...
j.
It is quite unfortunate to experience such heartbreak
The positives I see here lie in the language you have used in reference to this sorry event
ie; October's 'leaf of grief' and most especially, 'deafening foliage'
Those are beauties!
Hoping for a full recovery
Another October approaches. An anniversary of when it all went horribly wrong. When love left like leaves on an autumn tree, to be burned as though it had never been. How painful that must have been. I got the distinct feeling that after a period of adjustment, and no chance of a reconciliation, a change of feeling altogether. More a warning "" keep your distance, leave me alone ". Great metaphors here Jacob. My interpretation, of your lines.
perfect timing ... leaves are falling ... ozone air sparks memories .. and some leaf burning for sure .. this season its still fairly hydrated and i don't think a ban will be pronounced ;) what i like about the burn is that i can rake it over the weeds ... sometimes burning them down to the root :) we have a ton of leaves and i burn in the spring and fall .. this past spring i unwittingly faced the heat too boldly and it actually distorted the scratch coating on me glasses ... go figure .. lesson learned ;}
E.
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..