The poet lingers at the garden gate...this touches me so. He lingers and waits for his visitors, for his carefully tended words like flowers to be appreciated. There is so much to love and take away from these lines...
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
thank you for your very kind words, DIVYA,
j.
1 Year Ago
It is always such a pleasure to read and ponder on your words, dear Jacob.
Lovely title, Jacob. You unlock the morning and the words begin to drip onto the page. Seems you are a morning writer while I myself write best in the late evenings when all is calm and quiet. So much is expressed in just three lines to tell us about the poet's tendencies; lingering at the garden gate waiting for the muse to arrive, no doubt. Your mornings must be wonderful given the words that land on your pages. ❤
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
my mornings are generally middle of the night, ha ha.
Thank you for your kind words, Marina.... read moremy mornings are generally middle of the night, ha ha.
Thank you for your kind words, Marina...as poets, we write when the inspiration comes, whatever time of day.
Nice to see you again...
j.
dear Jacob... Reminds me of a Song we sang in the Choir... "I come to the Garden alone while the Dew is still on the Roses... and He walks with me and He talks with me and He tells me "I am His own". gently, Pat
I wonder what Hemingway and Kosinski saw before they committed suicide Jacob? We must seek beauty and maybe hope? Powerful and worthwhile words shared Jacob.
Coyote
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Kosinski probably thought he was tired of "Being There"---artists usually write away from suicide no.. read moreKosinski probably thought he was tired of "Being There"---artists usually write away from suicide not towards it....but some can't.
thank you,
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..