dear Jacob... two years later and you are having your
broken heart mended. The Roses buried in the Winter snow...
surely know that Spring will find you in the arms of the Weeping Willow
as Birds have gathered with the Camellia to pray for your Recovery.
The Pine Warbler with soft yellow feathers laments the days waiting for your poetry.
Be Still and listen to the Wind. tenderly, Pat
A gentle velvety romantic write...and of course the metaphor is splendid. "I am a cloud moved to a standstill.".....heavy sigh! I really enjoy your romantic writes, Jacob. You don't write a lot of them. Lydi**
Again, your writing really brings the reader into a whole other world. I love the mentions of different seasons. Whenever poems happen to bring different times up, it feels so much more personal like I'm actually experiencing the story. Especially when it's so specific, like 'early October breeze.' It paints a mental picture that's so nice you reread the poem. Even the title of the poem adds another layer to it.
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..