a complicated subject. you seem to be writing a lot lately about love gone bad and the tearing fabric of it. the narrator is very aware and open regarding it but cannot seem to come to terms with it or get a firm grip on it. you've captured the see-sawing nature of it. it can be a monster once the door is opened and it is unleashed. not an easy thing but anything worthwhile never is. i like the question in the middle and being allowed inside his head whilst he has an honest debate. we must be careful not to judge by appearance and be willing to dig deeper to discover the truth about someone/something. we can sometimes all be frankensteins or mad doctors creating them ... :)
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
You make me learn more about my writing from your reviews...thank you, Pete,
j.
Love, it can take us to the giddy heights and it can bury us in hell. It all starts of with such good intentions and somehow the loving gets replaced by the negatives. Envy, greed, jealousy, drink, you name it. The we reverts to being I. When love is good it is very, very good, but when it is bad it is horrid. There is much emotion in these lines and it touched me to the core because I know what toxic love is and how it can drive you mad and how long deep scars take to heal. Great piece of writing Jacob.
Chris
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you for your understanding review, Chris,
j.
I've noticed you write about a toxic kind of love often. Maybe you should just let her go........
This is still a really great write.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Oh, I write mostly from past experiences...much accrued in 70 years...
Nothing currently toxi.. read moreOh, I write mostly from past experiences...much accrued in 70 years...
Nothing currently toxic at all...thank you, Light.
j.
The heart and the intellect often merge into one being. It gets hard to differentiate. Art and madness both affect each other at different times. Ultimately, the conversation is just about love. The emotions burn raw here.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
you raise such a good question, AJNJ...are we our art and madness or is our art and madness us. read moreyou raise such a good question, AJNJ...are we our art and madness or is our art and madness us.
maybe no difference.
thank you, fellow poet.
j.
Love, sending us into midnight madness. Madness, stifling creativity. Creativity, stifled further by the pain and disappointment of love; hope we carried in our hearts, hearts now empty. The muse is destroyed. All at the hands of the creator, whose now questioning the whole creative and destructive cycle. Sounds like free will gone wild. I feel this. I like this a lot.
Given the state of the world, (my postwoman even said "there is still love in the world" as she delivered my mail in the snow this morning.) This poem really hit to the heart of me. And for that I am supremly grateful Jacob.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
yes, there is still love...and your account of the postwoman saying that on a snow filled morning..... read moreyes, there is still love...and your account of the postwoman saying that on a snow filled morning...
I appreciate that, Ken...yes it is still out there.
j.
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..