I filter my life through coffee grounds like T.S. Eliot's Prufrock. But it does make a bit jittery at times. We do hold onto memories. I enjoyed.
Posted 8 Months Ago
8 Months Ago
We are all jittery at times...too much Coffee? or too much poetry?
8 Months Ago
Maybe too much poetry. There's no such thing as too much coffee until you can thread a running sewin.. read moreMaybe too much poetry. There's no such thing as too much coffee until you can thread a running sewing machine. ;)
this is touching and love the sagging and lagging and selective attention and retention, sad about the forever apart yet beautiful poetry, as always you wow me with your writes
No matter what the outer shell looks like, we are still the same people inside. If the love is real, it never dies. I liked the rhyming in this one. Lydi**
you speak well of aging… and everything begins to sag, except our love and our hearts, until the beating stops…….your description of vivid words makes this scene so upbeat….
nice!
Warmly, B🌷
Those hearts do take a pounding, but for some reason do not burst when full, no matter how it feels that they do.
The rest of your words I recognise too Jacob...all too well! 😃
Jacob,
The thing I like about little poems is they sparkle like diamonds, double-refractive with unexpected flashes of color...
This one will get me through the day...
Vol
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..