Now that is a love poem! Yes fall again and again, it’s always worth it in my opinion. Love and all the feelings that come Witt it even the insecurities and potential loss… it’s worth it. Wonderful writing, so much energy in this!
oh man, jacob! i don't know ... i think enough is enough lest i go deaf, dumb and blind ... i'm too old for another plunge me thinks ;) great write says i! it simply hurts too much .. maybe gently stroll down a hill .. no plunging for me. ;)
E.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
yes, me too...but I can pretend with poetry.
thank you, E.
j.
2 Years Ago
ain't that the truth! how fortunate we are ... thoughts flying free .. inked for all time .. remembe.. read moreain't that the truth! how fortunate we are ... thoughts flying free .. inked for all time .. remembered or not .. yeah! we get all kinds of things out there in pretend land .. maybe your next poem "Pretend Land" ;)))))))))))))
I respect your feelings… so gentle and certain… when it happens out of the blue… you know… and go with the flow… a treasure to cherish … Be still my 💜 Heart. tenderly, Pat
So beautiful... so so beautiful... glad I came across this one, writing love on your own style, its essence, its powers, its feelings and closeness, the fears, the insecurities... that may came across . I love it more that it's only one verse. just as it should be. it's like, take it as it is or simply do not...
Speaks to me of the trust in falling, the faith....our assurance to self that we know them...sometimes we land in the right place and sometimes we die from the fall.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
let's land in the right place...that is a good idea.
Thank you for your insightful comment, D.. read morelet's land in the right place...that is a good idea.
Thank you for your insightful comment, DIVYA.
j.
Makes me think of my uncle. He has alzhimers but still remembers my aunt ( just not always her name).
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
as long as he remembers her...that is a plus...
I hate that disease...and I also hate dementi.. read moreas long as he remembers her...that is a plus...
I hate that disease...and I also hate dementia...my dad was in a unit...towards the end he forgot everything...luckily the last time I saw him, he knew me...and I treasured that time with him.
thank you, Cherrie,
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..