There's water in glaciers older than the advent of mankind. Lots of things get defiled with time, thoughts, feelings, relationships. If we could taste that antediluvian water would it taste pure to us or polluted? The taste of tears isn't always only salty but often bitter as well. I enjoyed the read.
Long face/ Short temper. That's a bad sign, right there. The last verses also speak of conflict. What interests me most is the line "aisles of weight." Very near me is an Isle of Wight County. Is this just coincidence, or is there a connection?
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
it is a play on words, yes....Isle of Wight County...
thank you, John.
j.
we have all been there. love, shared experiences, much like a pendulum I believe, whether we have the patience to wait for the arc to swing back is a whole other matter
loved my visit as usual Jacob a meal worth savoring
ken
So sad, and so true for some people at some time in their life. I hate to have to say it, but I've been there too, in the distant past. "the war zone/where pillows should be shared" - I am still pained by the memory of it all. Quite a moving poem!
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you very much, Robert...you are a kind poet.
j.
When love goes wrong it can be a war zone for sure. Must nicer that those soft pillows are shared. A truce is a truce. It's an agreement to stop the fight. It isn't an agreement to start loving again. That takes hard work after a battle. A lot of hard work.
Pat Benatar said it best. Love is a battlefield. If it is any reassurance, wars must end eventually and peace does come. Scars heal and you find you look around in wonder at the fact that you survived. One day, you will look back as you read this poem and see how far you've come. Stay strong, my friend!
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..