Poetry dear brother, like hurt or failure, has its own modality in its use of language to express various relationships to reality or truth. And you're right about one thing. I do use you to see into my own soul. lol/ But living alone means I sleep and eat naked. Bath in cold water. Write poems at 4:00 am like Plath when all the mythical creatures of this world are still asleep. And have written, roughly, 10 trillion poems under the silk covers that I could never write down. The premise of the first stanza was that a love poem was as close as a new moon. Then I forgot the s**t I just wrote about "modality". dana.
Posted 5 Months Ago
5 Months Ago
I really appreciate your review, dana.
Thank you...yes living alone...we do crazy things and .. read moreI really appreciate your review, dana.
Thank you...yes living alone...we do crazy things and keep crazy schedules and there is no one to argue with us.
j.
Jacob, perhaps you have stepped onto two paths, one to keep your heart and mind in safe privacy and in another way opened a route for someone else to express emotions. Just re-read: feeling same but also, are you wondering if people feed off extreme pain or alternatively give so much detail others become generally desensitised. Perhaps am due to keep reading. Was that your intention?
Posted 5 Months Ago
5 Months Ago
maybe we are becoming desensitized...yes, could be.
and do poets thrive on pain for their wor.. read moremaybe we are becoming desensitized...yes, could be.
and do poets thrive on pain for their words to come?
I wonder and thank you for your words,
j.
The title is intriguing like people are using your light. The last stanza I thought has you down as a mirror reflecting what people want to see. The first stanza seemed angry and disappointed with being in the dark. All the same a profound write.
Outdoor bathing in the wee hours has a racy sound to it, but here I think it is symbolic of something else. The poet is saying his words reveal his reality, but all who read them don't appreciate them properly. Some only want to see themselves in them.
A heartfelt poem, love the dark and light images, and the message (i believe) is that we all have to respect each other's work; we have to play fair and not let others steal our passion, our timeline, our brilliance
"who only want to use me to see into themselves"
Like this one J
Warmly, B
The light thst once burned brightly even effervesnently now muchly dimmed exuding little if any warmth, seems so unfair when others we once loved and trusted stole that brilliance and used it for their own agenda, insensate to the hurt caused to the one that so made them into a somebody..
As always a marvellous metaphor Jacob, the angst, despair, dissapointment and let down so palpable!!
dear Jacob... I found this poem to be my favorite ... as it smothers me with intimacy in a precocious mood that seems to approve of romantic intermissions that tantalize my eyes and mind to dream and imagine a frolic through tulips and soft green moss. softly, Pat
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..