a schism of frivolous fermentation, it feels like Siamese twins getting ready for the operation. separation, the loss of some kind of something, great poem, j.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for your words...and i like that about the Siamese Twins...yes.
j.
I was drawn to the word fermentation. A chemical reaction. Sounds like some excitement here in the form of a new romance. Something is growing, in that soft straw womb. Something out of nothing. It all sounds rather positive Jacob.
gorgeous writing. i'm envious. "straw womb" as a social construct is brilliant. something is growing. yes! i can learn from you! this rocks because every word is intentional. amazing.
you know this has a quasi religious feel to it - you not turning into theresa of Avilla are you. Liked this a lot certainky warranted several readings and a lot of thought - thanks Jacob
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
thank you for sharing your time and thoughts in tackling this piece, Michael...
just question.. read morethank you for sharing your time and thoughts in tackling this piece, Michael...
just questioning faith a bit lately for various reasons.
j.
Ahhh! The passion, the pulse, the impulse that fades. I liked the "splintered impression." I could easily envision the bed made in the straw. Very nice.
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..