Loved the poem with some excellent lines "when the fairy tale is not a fractured moon" resonated with me and the last verse is superb, a wonderful piece
"At" this time in my life, a life that is dwindling and damn sure fading fast into the setting sun of this life lived to that point of battery's depletion and no more available recharges left, this beautiful piece of your heart set to pen of page is powerfully thought provoking in resonation's contemplation of that coming day when all shall culminate in our final sigh of goodbye to this life lived, spent, and wasted in never quite making the mark we sought so avidly, nor accomplished as successfully as we had hoped and dreamed of in aspirations become exasperations of bereavement's total lack of achievements with not one more time's chance to roll the dice of living this life again ... Poignant in the true essence of that fine word ...
Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
your review is much better than the poem...thank you for your understanding words, Marve,
j.
Brings to mind the sporting geniuses over here in Britain, they reach great heights easily, reach for the sun and get it then self combust. Perhaps this all comes to easily for you Jacob :))
Hope you are well.
I'm coming out of my first, and hopefully last, dalliance with Covid :))
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
thank you, Gee...and I am so sorry you are dealing with Covid.
get better fast.
j.
‘When poetic genius never quite tipped the scales.’ Your poetry never disappoints. You always deliver and you always write such relatable work. Overtime in life it feels like things start to go missing. I wish it didn’t, it leaves you feeling empty. Your work here is breathtaking. I feel this poem deeply- and I believe that it can only get better. Thank you for sharing
We write because we love to. Expression in some sort of form...painting, poetry...does it for us. But, often times love of another is missing. This is a common theme among artists of any type. Underneath, there's always something missing.
Many things still blossom late in life J, apart from the flowers in the garden. There is much to be thankful for and I certainly find more pleasure in the little things. A toddler's smile, can make my day. A bunch of flowers can really delight. I tend to forget the number of candles the cake should have, though for sure I will eat it.
dearest Jacob... being 82 myself... I can tell you... it only
gets better... the enevitable is closer and you find yourself a
challenge... "I can do this"! I still haven't seen a Rainbow for a number of years; however, I believe I will see a Rainbow... perhaps this Summer.
Flowers fade, but Bulbs remain for some; and others may be pollinated.
Children smile and find Joy in Butterflies, and so do I myself. I still dream of visiting Ireland and Scotland... and even of writing Poetry by the Avon where The Ghost of Shakespeare may appear. Every Season of our Life has a Purpose... I will drop bread crumbs on my way. We always carry an attitude of youthful dreams... a place with Willows and Creeks with stepping stones. tenderly, Pat p.s. I found your poem on "Most Read". Congratulations
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Most Read?
anyway, thank you for your kind words and I hope you get to do all those things.read moreMost Read?
anyway, thank you for your kind words and I hope you get to do all those things.
j.
2 Years Ago
Oh, on those lists here at WC...thank you for that.
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..