Oh, to sail in the tributary leading to the river of love....this is such a romantic write, Jacob. "I dip my toes in conversation" a delightful line! The anticipation of a love relationship about to begin....the longing for it. The hoping against hope...and then it happens. Incredible poetry! Lydi**
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
I think I have been incited to writing romance from reading your book....
well, I an always t.. read moreI think I have been incited to writing romance from reading your book....
well, I an always throw a couple up against the wall and see how they splatter.
thank you, Lydi.
j.
Isn't it wonderful when first meeting someone, and we are nervous, shy giddy and at a loss for words, and they have a calming affect and make up for our loss of words and, takes away our fears? People like that are so special and...to have the pleasure of spending years with that person is something to be treasured. So many lines in this that pull at me. Lovely romantic poem, Mr. Jacob. Thank you for sharing it with us. Temp
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
there are people like that? :)))
thank you, Temperance, for your kind words,
j.
Hi Jacob,
This might just be my most favorite poem of your so far.
Your words move as smoothly as a quiet stream.
There are so many words/lines that I keep going back to…for example “dip my toes in conversation”
Such a great line.. And , your last two lines took my breath away.
Really such a wonderful/moving poem.
Lisa, just finished getting a massage
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
and YOUR words on this just made my week...
thank you, kind Lisa...
j.
1 Year Ago
Oh you deserve my words!!!
You are most welcome.
Lisa, writing in between making dinne.. read moreOh you deserve my words!!!
You are most welcome.
Lisa, writing in between making dinner
The intensity of love is different at every stage of life. And should we happen to have a love that moves with these changes we are able to experience them together and all its variations. Thanks for sharing.
Those eyes make my blood rush like a raging river, full of passion.....and then we converse and touch each together, and my blood gurgles no more...., stilled and satisfied; years later you are still hear, and I've become fragile, like a glass surface..."my blood gushes" but more like a calm sea, it flows more like a tributary with my love. That's what old age is like.
Nice metaphors J.
Best, B
A beautifully crafted and highly poetic write, Carlos! Inventive and smile-inducing imagery bloom brightly here, in this lovely garden of verse! A pleasure to read!
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
thank you, Robert....but I am jacob...ha ha.
appreciate your words,
j.
1 Year Ago
Sorry, Jacob! I had just reviewed a poem by Carlos, and his name got stuck in my mind. My apologies... read moreSorry, Jacob! I had just reviewed a poem by Carlos, and his name got stuck in my mind. My apologies.
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..