Eos begged Zeus (GM) to grant Tithonus immortality but neglected to request for him eternal youth. So Tithonus shriveled as he grew older and older and was finally changed into an insect. The mythology of poetry is that it is immortal even when it thrives best in the tall grass of our dreams. I love you brother.....dana
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
back at ya, dana.....but you know that.
and wow....I am closer to that insect stage...have to.. read moreback at ya, dana.....but you know that.
and wow....I am closer to that insect stage...have to figure out what kind I want to be....maybe a Beatle....ha ha...
thank you for your words,
j.
Just shows the power of the pen won’t drop dead. An achievement by anyone’s standards. We’re all musketeers in a sense, one for all and all for one with
the pen in the battle for perfection.
it doesn't seem like you're too thrilled about your celebration of 50 years of writing...in fact your writing has become more exciting in your dreams than in real life....everything gets stale after a while I guess....perhaps you are now writing in your disturbed sleep...the pen keeps moving no matter what.
Best, B
I wrote my first piece so many years ago I cannot pull it out of that fog. Let's just say that you and I have well over a century of dropping words on paper. Hopefully there are many more years to go and those years will make some semblance of sense. Hmmmmmm!! that reads like a poem title.
I always enjoy your utterings.
Good one j.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you, Ted...hopefully I will improve one of these days.
j.
The impression is that something occurred 51 years ago that led to a poetic career. The impression is also that it was a romantic disappointment of epic proportions, maybe where a dream ended and a somnambulistic pen was launched. Almost sounds like PTSD.
' .. my thoughts have transposed .. the sheet s .. .. into larcenous awakenings .. from stolen ideas in a dream.. '
Which is true, jacob: we are what are dreams display: OR - once discovered, we become what are those dreams? If you can, decide which and could be ten, a hundred or somewhere between depending on the depth of your dreams and the power of your heart. Surely it takes as many years as YOU want to use rather what the years decree>! Perhaps?
I think I started around 25 years ago
Tossed most
Old papers never last
It’s only since coming in this site I’ve written regularly say three and a bit years
I love the poem
My fav is the first two verses !
Great 👍
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you, Julie....don't throw poems away...put them somewhere for safekeeping....I have found many.. read morethank you, Julie....don't throw poems away...put them somewhere for safekeeping....I have found many old writes I thought were bad, but when seeing them years later...was able to save them.
j.
I understand the poem my friend. My poetry is almost 50 years and I have many journals waiting to be open. Hello Jacob and I hope you are doing well. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you for your understanding words, Coyote,
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..