There is no better reason than the 'reason of us'
Love is such a fickle creature ... she comes ... she goes ... dipping her toes in your heart ... drawing blood ever so gently, but drawing blood nonetheless ...when she strikes we can only hold tight and enjoy the ride.
I quite like this one j.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
yes, hold tight...
thank you for your kind review, Ted,
j.
A predicament yet a beautiful one! I read this as a flirty, whimsical love yet one that expands to fill your heart and spills till the heaven itself dear Jacob. Driving your heartbeat, quill and soul!
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
I am still trying to figure out "the reason of us"
I appreciate your words, Dhara,
j.
4 Years Ago
To my mind the reasons are not always revealed or at least not fully yet it may simply be sent our w.. read moreTo my mind the reasons are not always revealed or at least not fully yet it may simply be sent our way to help us find ourselves and our purpose in life...
You are welcome my friend.
This is successfully getting her skin tight leather trousers off without using words that aren't in the dictionary. (Do we still use dictionaries) The pulse and the pen, beating together in harmony the way it should be.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
you reminded me of Jack and Diane...actually I have two beat up old paperbacks..one a Webster's dict.. read moreyou reminded me of Jack and Diane...actually I have two beat up old paperbacks..one a Webster's dictionary, the other a Thesaurus....
necessary tools for us, I would think.
thank you, Paul,
j.
Nice to see this wind of change slip into your writing Jacob. A truly romantic piece of metaphor with your usual amazing and novel array of gold nuggets.
This is simple, fresh, & romantic! Despite my usual jadedness about romantic poems, I found myself going a little entranced by visualizing what you describe here (((HUGS))) Fondly Margie
Definitely a poem of devotion to your muse; when she offers up her bountiful gifts one must always be grateful and acknowledge her as the goddess she truly is. For quite often she is a jealous goddess who wields all power over those who do not obey. It's a lovely dedication and one I am sure your muse would accept gratefully. A fine addition, Jacob. 💛
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..