dear Jacob.. we have lived Unique Lives... shared feelings and returned favors. In Nature there is affection... and no regrets as we fluff our Feathers and survive the Weather. Our Spirit lives on and enters a new born child that will continue where we let go. The Show must go on. tenderly, Pat
2 thoughts came to me as I read your poem, Jacob. First, it reminded me somewhat of that definition of being crazy, "doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result". and second: we can wait for history to happen, or we can make it happen. And, along with this, history (in the largest sense), is not circular, but a continuing flow with sometimes punctuated leaps, but within each era, changes are made. There is no pendulum that swings back and forth in our lives (personal history), but, in the march of time, there is our activity that makes the difference. And sometimes these acts or actions do definitely lead to regrets, or what could have beens especially if we have not learned from past history.
Thanks Jacob for allowing me to think on this groggy Sunday morning. -Curt
Posted 2 Months Ago
2 Months Ago
but there will not be a different result...I appreciate your insights on this piece, Curt,
j.
I don't think rhythm is ever the full beat, sometimes notes are missed and throws the whole cycle out.
Regret of the offspring beat should never happen even if it is a surprise.
The most clever title that fits so well with this poem of terms for birth and reproduction. Very well written Jacob and it makes a good point that the reader will get if he reads this with care. Brilliant.!!
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..