Indeed we should take responsibility when we become aware of abuse I seem to hear you say. Another poem that has absolutely no fat on it whatever, only lean meat. And such tasty morsels at that!
Altho I enjoy your use of color to denote intensity & suspense, I also found myself thinking of "code blue" as an emergency regarding how people vote. Vote blue becuz we're in a code blue (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
I think of that all the time, Margie...never a more important election...
j.
There are times I've heard things and even though I've called I feel like it was too late. Your words creep in haunting fashion. This tingled my spine. Love it Jacob.
911 for emergency. Tittle, tattle, eavesdropping and malicious gossip. People who do that in my opinion have nothing better to do with their time. That is a nasty trait. People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. That's where you took me Jacob with this write.
And then I thought, someone might be in danger. Maybe the eavesdropping revealed someone was in serious trouble, at risk from abuse. Maybe in those circumstances we all need to intervene. Your writes are layered Jacob. A bit of brevity with many possibilities.
Chris
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you for both of those interpretations, Chris.
appreciate your words,
j.
Eavesdropping may be rude, but sometimes, you cannot but help to hear the scourge of abuse through thin walls. Pray then that 911 is called and arrives in time. Your poem is concise and the imagery cutting and illuminating. Well penned.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you for your kind and understanding review, Momz...
j.
What others think about you might be none of your business, but when you hear them talking, well, it cuts like a knife. Those believed to be friends show their true colors and nothing is every the same. Even 9-1-1 can not revive such a relationship! Good one, Jacob. Lydi**
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Love your response, Lydi...it is better than the poem.
j.
She seems to be caught unawares! A sense of shock and dismay, a heart rapidly filling with darkness as the rest of her seems to be turning blue. A physical and emotional shock....perhaps abuse....The title of this poem seems so telling and compelling.....
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..