Two blocks down the street, just around the corner from joy, someone put in a new sidewalk. At one corner, a heart, an arrow, two sets of initials, bound in concrete and eternal hope.
I walk by, and feel the arrow shift, your initials etched deep into my heart. I'm pouring a thick layer of time over them, waiting in stone-stoic patience for the cure of these wet words into just another piece of work.
OK, so written with passion, heat, high emotion- then shelved 'til it all seems a long time ago? Read from the safe distance of years. Or letting time do it's healing b4 you write? i'm with the latter, i think. maybe i'm right off track.
hey- look joel- i can edit reviews too. keep your eyes peeled for changes ;)
My first read today Joel. Such nice work. Well thought out and executed. There is a certain distance between the lover and the loved here and the emotion associated with the loved is just a little ephemeral--Love it. Thank you!
OK, so written with passion, heat, high emotion- then shelved 'til it all seems a long time ago? Read from the safe distance of years. Or letting time do it's healing b4 you write? i'm with the latter, i think. maybe i'm right off track.
hey- look joel- i can edit reviews too. keep your eyes peeled for changes ;)
I feel the same as Neva..its feels as if you've stepped into a memory here. A poem of a love from long ago and oh how it still effects the heart. Great write my friend:) x