' years of sovereignty .. no crowns, .. just two conjoined.. '
Yes, yes and yes. Young people believe their love is the real thing, and yes it is in its own way and can and does last... but is it better than! Here you are, dear j. proving the opposite, the beautiful difference. . My parent still kissed before us seven children if one went to bed before the other.. or if doc dad was going out x hours We saw unashamed glints in their eyes or just a breath of a touch. That was love... special and the best example of how to love even when love dies in those shadows that come everyone, some time. You write so delicately, tenderly, and you understand emotion, ready to adopt it as another of your everlasting coats, sir.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
my folks too...all the way until the end.
Love never abated one bit.
thank you,
.. read moremy folks too...all the way until the end.
Love never abated one bit.
thank you,
j.
An intriguing poem j my Gran and Grandfather had a good marriage this kind of had me reminiscing over them🙂
My Grandfather passed away/ took his last breath in my
Grandmothers arms ! Sweet memories!
A Sweet and poignant poem .
Regards your friend Katrina
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you for your sharing this sweet memory, Katrina,
j.
For me, romantic love has always had a limited shelf-life; only blood-tie love abides.
I admire and respect a long, successful marriage--just don't seem capable of achieving one.
Loving a treasured memory frozen in time?
More, my speed.
Your poem: gem of minimalism.
I used to regret never really having a partner in life. Married the wrong woman and then stupidly stuck with her for a couple decades. Now? I am so comfortable with my bachelorhood and my libido so much older, I don't want that anymore. This is a thought provoking work, at least for me it is. I enjoyed reading you as always my friend.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Married three who were the wrong women, or maybe not, maybe I was just bad at it...but you sure trie.. read moreMarried three who were the wrong women, or maybe not, maybe I was just bad at it...but you sure tried, two decades...
my folks were married for 70 years...that still amazes me.
thank you for your kind words, Mark,
j.
Isn't it funny how some people, with years of marriage behind them and a trunk-full of animosity can still cry like babies at their deaths? Love is a strange thing sometimes.
No crowns, no titles, and yet, here they both are. Conjoined, not by duty, not by service, by the subject of love. It died long ago, but the casualties continue to add up. Bones are graying but still able to kneel. It's never too late.
(Autocorrect would not let me write 'graying' and kept replacing it with 'praying' - and I believe the bones are also praying).
"Years of sovereignty, no crowns"..... a love affair never reaching its crowning achievement, i presume. There may have been no long lasting reign but the memories linger on as the time passes and we age with it. Some moments of love can last a lifetime even if they havent fulfilled that in reality. A bittersweet poem, Jacob. Sad, but true for many.
Oh yes, Jacob, no crowns, just the mutual love that has grown over so many years. For me and mine it will soon be 58. Thank you for the reminder of how wonderful it all is.
Dave
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
58, that is great, Dave, congrats...
j.
3 Years Ago
I think I owe it all to my wonderful partner in this journey - Millie.
Take care for yourself.. read moreI think I owe it all to my wonderful partner in this journey - Millie.
Take care for yourself - Dave
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..