I loved every word, but somehow, I wanted the last two lines to be together, and separate from the rest (?). Hmm, I'm never going to understand this style. :)
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
They need to be separate...free verse finds its own way. There is a major pause before the last thou.. read moreThey need to be separate...free verse finds its own way. There is a major pause before the last thought. Thank you for your review, JE...
j.
That last line is a beauty “ but sorrow shines off it’s blade” a perfect line that lingers after the write is read almost like it has opened a wound and now it’s a scar. As Gene would say. “ powerful stuff says I”
Your imagery is wonderful, vivid and provoking of much thought. I read this poem several times and each time found something new. This poem ranks high much as did your poem "poem" which is one of my favorites. I love your conciseness
Sorrow does not shine from a rusted knife
less damage is done with a well-honed blade
strife will bind us ... if not to the headboard ... then to each other
that lovely face we once dealt with can only be found on the wanted poster of our emotions.
"the knife isn't real
but sorrow shines off it's blade" ... this one takes me in different directions all at once .. i think it is something that is very much especially written just for "them" ... whoever they may be .. our skin .. where all our pain receptors reside ... going in deeper we are quite numb .. cold .... a place of resting reptiles ... not but time to slither around in ... makes me think of "cutters" and their tortured minds, hearts and souls ... only relief is self blood letting ..or worse a psychotic killing spree ... the knife being a very up personal choice of weapon ... wants and disappointments are one in so many cases ... "sleeping on wanted posters" .. killer line says i ... thought provoking .. i see many many ways to think of this one sir ... so you received this lengthy review ... lengthy even for me :)))))))))))))))) luv on ya brother .. as always .. thanks for sharing!
E.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
thank you, Sir E.
I really appreciate your insights on this one...
be safe,
j.
jacob
you are a most talented writer that has found comfort in metaphoric verse that easily paints pictures we associate thru our own visions
but you have dug a rut where you find a comfortable nest in which to lie
your pen is mighty as a sword
the ink within captures emotions unlike so many others
step out of this comfort zone, spread your wings, move away from that which others expect and write that which is most important
the heart has but one function, pumping life giving blood
love, hate, anger, sorrow, all live in the mind where we really live
sorrow, guilt, pity, they are momentary reactions to the unpleasant moments of our lives
move on my poet friend and give your audience truths
the truths are in the metaphors, my friend...many truths from many years of life.
thank you,<.. read morethe truths are in the metaphors, my friend...many truths from many years of life.
thank you,
j.
2 Years Ago
I do see where it seems like a rut, and maybe is, ABG. But it isn't really by choice...I am more of .. read moreI do see where it seems like a rut, and maybe is, ABG. But it isn't really by choice...I am more of a conduit than a poet, and the words come to me this way because I think in metaphor...
hides me a bit, unintentionally....
and in the past, I have just bled from the pen, but not so much now.
I teach two examples of this to my classes...Plath's "Mirror" and Dickinson's "Death in the opposite house"
where the speaker basically hides behind allegory, metaphor and universal speak.
Maybe some of us are either blessed or cursed, I don't know.
But I do know that I really appreciate what you said....maybe a part of me must distance from the truths just enough.
j.
2 Years Ago
in life there are really only 2 choices ... fact or fiction, truth or lies, black or white, here or .. read morein life there are really only 2 choices ... fact or fiction, truth or lies, black or white, here or there, you or me
the choice is ours to make
see ya around friend
"I asked her to marry me, she smiled
And pulled out a knife
"The party's just beginning,"
she said, "Your money or your life" Last Night Traveling Wilburys
This was in a different vein. Wounds to the heart seldom heal quickly if they heal at all. I enjoyed.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thank you, Fabian, and I really love that group...
and that song.
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..