Wistful ruminations, Jacob. Passion runs its course and often fades - especially with the onset of age. I see my own "aging rocky crags" each time I look in the mirror! A well thought-out poem, with clever, cryptic references and metaphors regarding love.
This lovely poem feels like quiet reflections on a relationship that died a death. One that had been passion filled at its height. All that's left now are the memories and maybe words to reflect on what was once driven by love.
Not sure about this, maybe they met again after the demise? All sorts of scenarios are coming into mind.
Aging rocky crags are people. There is sadness here J.
Good morning Jacob,
Honoured to be the very first one to read your poem...Although, sadly I am the only one to leave a review and there have been 65 view.s.
Again i wonder why not more poets out there review..
Perhaps they are not willing to spend the time to figure out the true meaning of your wonderful poem?
Well, I have and again I am swept away by the flow of your words..
Just went back to read it again for the third time.. Really makes me think...
Lisa, early Monday in beautiful Spain
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..