From the playground onwatds, we find these strange creatures so alluring, wondering what on earth they are doing, playing hopscotch in boxes of secret symbols and meanings, with no winner or losers that these eyes ever fathomed, yet the older we get, that allure never diminishes, nor the puzzlement.
One day maybe, they may let us in on the secret, but I wouldn't bank on it.
And yes, I am in no doubt that this comment will be forgotten by me around noon, and somewhere down the line I will be reminded of it and made to pay....And not just in the hours, days, years spent trying to figure out that never ending allure. 😀
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
yes, they make us forget our sense...thank you, Lorry,
j.
This could almost be a weather report, dear j. - whether or not to be captivated by true green eyes or their meaning, and of course, the smile beneath them This is a strangely alluring piece of come hithering, sir!
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
thank you for your words, em. You made me smile.
j.
4 Years Ago
And always free, sir! Smiles are good for the laughter lines..
Okea.. read moreAnd always free, sir! Smiles are good for the laughter lines..
this seems like a sex traffic ring with young girls and men who keep coming back. I love your stark images and the last line..."I continue to pay, as I go"....Wonderful Brevity poem Jacob..... your subject matter sometimes kinky but always unique....love it!!!
xo, Betty
Thank you for your kind words, Betty, and yes i could see the sex traffic ring thing...
Altho.. read moreThank you for your kind words, Betty, and yes i could see the sex traffic ring thing...
Although I was thinking in a different direction...:))))
4 Years Ago
Uh oh I missed it again!
4 Years Ago
there is never a miss, Betty, you saw how the poem spoke to you...and that was a legitimate interpre.. read morethere is never a miss, Betty, you saw how the poem spoke to you...and that was a legitimate interpretation...
the poem does fit that one as well.
Has the sound of one who has seen more than one relationship go sour. Really liked the image "garrulous, green eyes." Not sure what garrulous means here, but green eyes certainly means jealousy. Perhaps that's the source of the problem. Napes, drapes; garrulous, perilous. I think you are a latent rhymer, j.
I could write a poem, "forever ransomed"...
would you think me a thief as though it were a "hope diamond"?
Whoa... an Irish blessing just before Election. Be still my heart.
"Begin the Beguine"... your poem.. so seductively charming. truly, Pat
This is so clever, so you continue look and to pay emotionally as you go. So you like auburn hair, green eyes and long legs. That colouring seems very Irish to me. Perilous , yes.:))
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..