There is no heart's intuition but that of a wounded and broken heart that does shout above the din, "Run Fool! Run!" ... As always, I find myself refreshed and invigorated every time I visit your page, to ask myself who do I not visit and stop by more often? ... A fool has no answers ...
Marve
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
I write poetry, Marve, but often feel like a fool.
thank you,
j.
So meaningful are these words. Beautifully conveyed in their brevity. That heart of yours has taken a few punches. Hardly surprising the caution. Yes, hold on to the St Christopher for protection dear J. Wonderful poetry.
Your words paint a passionate connection that's both tantalizing and fleeting, like a moment captured in time. The imagery of your "stop-sign heart" and the longing to accelerate into the future adds depth to the emotions conveyed. The mention of the St. Christopher's medal hints at a quest for protection on this journey of love and self-discovery.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you for your insights into this piece, Chaity,
j.
A poem with such powerful lines...
The heart becomes the stop sign, telling the poet to run. Perhaps, one can't blame the heart. It takes all the impact when things go wrong and it must be so weary of it all by now.
The Traveling Man is such an interesting title.
Yes Jacob, the traveling man. He cannot stop. He want more.
"that tells me to run it
and then accelerate
into the future"
I did like the above lines my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
Sounds like a problem with commitment. Temptation is nullified by reluctance. Love 'em and leave 'em has been reversed.
PS: Even though St. Christopher has been desanctified (as I understand), I believe he'll keep on protecting travelers, because he's just that kind of a guy.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
yes, he's just that kind of guy....thanks, John.
j.
Sounds to me like you need to put that thing in reverse, pick her up and head for Lover's Lane, wherever the hell that is.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
there are so many, aren't there?
but if there is fork in the road, be careful.
thank y.. read morethere are so many, aren't there?
but if there is fork in the road, be careful.
thank you, will,
j.
You need travel safely, sir? You, the adventurer of every topic under the sun? Your words are ever extraordinary, this is no exception/ You, sir, have spoken!
'I could love you in seconds
if I had a stopwatch to count
instead of a stop-sign heart'
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you for your kind words...I always pray not to become stale with my words..
j.
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..