These doves are forever having sex in my yard. Its a free for all. Most too dizzy afterward to look out for a car I think...lol. Kind of like us. Lovely my friend.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Yes, kind of like us...exactly.
thank you, Crowley,
j.
Lovers will always be lovers and they will not think of the consequences which might befall them. Their "table in heaven" might be a night of ecstasy or a longtime relationship. Either way, they throw caution to the wind. Lydi**
How many times have we looked back at our own lives and wondered how the heck we made it through with all the crazy things we did? This poem speaks of taking chances and not thinking of the consequences that may be death. Nonetheless, in this poem, they will have a nice table in heaven. If there is a Maître 'd then, the place must have nice tables! I like this j. Temp
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you for your insightful review, Temperance,
j.
Has the sound of the voice of experience trying to warn reckless youth. Won't do any good; the kids will have to find out for themselves (And then they will write their own poems like this one.).
So many Wonderful people are Reckless... as if they ordered Raw Oysters for their last Meal... They have secured a Table in Heaven. Fast Cars and Passions unleashed... for the Deceased. gently,Pat. p.s. Congratulations on our "home page" for 'most read'. Pat
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thank you for your review, and the congrats...although I did not see that...
but thank you.read moreThank you for your review, and the congrats...although I did not see that...
but thank you.
j.
So, don't be too careful concerning love. That which you give is all you really need to fill you up, a juxtaposition that works wonders but doesn't wander far. Love is a many splendored thing, for sure.
W.
Wow, this poem gave me a strong emotion for some reason; almost a clashing of images but not necessarily so. My only connection with maître'd was the table (wedding feast?) and the fast danger and unreserved love (quite understandable) Could it be that love and relationships are hard to live out in the toxic environment of our kerbside existence? This poem pulls at me and persuades me rather strongly to understand it. I am imagining trodden wings, its feathers brandishing tyre-marks as medals of love, battle scars where love is a battlefield.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
I appreciate your insights into this poem, Frederick.
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..