Friday, October 13, 2017

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Rating: 5.0

I bent down
so I could see my face
upside down
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Jette Blackstone
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Rebecca Navarre 25 March 2018

Beauty Sown In Heart And Poem! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! ! Ever So Very Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++

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Luo Zhihai 21 January 2018

Blackstone, such a fine poem...10+++

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Binayakumar Mohanty 05 December 2017

The poem shows how deeper you live your life dear poet.The horizon of the poem is infinity.Thanks dear poet for sharing.

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Jette Blackstone 11 December 2017

I like the line The horizon of the poem is infinity! That is a great one. You should use that. I like to think that he height of our potential is infinity. I will remember that...

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Glen Kappy 18 October 2017

jette, i'm trying to figure out how one sits upside down, but i get what you're saying here—and smile. yes, there are all kinds of attractiveness—not just that of youth. for somewhat similarly-themed pieces, you might check out my poems my sixty-eight-year-old self looks in the mirror and aging as ascent. glen

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Jette Blackstone 18 October 2017

It's very hard...in fact, I made a few edits to make this more 'realistic.' Thanks Glen. SMILE. :)

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Sandra Erickson 14 October 2017

what a delicious surprise to realize that wellspring of desire is ageless. ((laughing)) Who knew? Enjoyed with a smile. Thanks.

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Jette Blackstone 14 October 2017

Ha! You knew all along and didn't tell the rest of us! Thanks Sandra. :)

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Denis Mair 14 October 2017

Indeed, every stage is fresh. Having gained broad experience we can superimpose many perspectives...Self-image takes on the feel of a CAPRICCIO.

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Jette Blackstone 14 October 2017

Thanks for your comments Denis. It's funny that you should choose capriccio as I had a whole section of this poem about the cello that I took out. I decided it shouldn't be here...but maybe you sensed the aftershocks of that somehow... Thanks again for your comments.

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Susan Lacovara 14 October 2017

The flavor of desire need only be uncorked and poured with a heavy hand. Drink it all in. A tremendous write!

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Jette Blackstone 14 October 2017

I hope to drink it all in, just as you say! Thanks so much Susan.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 14 October 2017

lumps of loose flesh cascading like rippling waves on a windy lake. Brilliant expression is done in this poem really.

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Jette Blackstone 14 October 2017

Thanks for commenting on the expression Kumarmani, and thanks for reading.

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Paul Brookes 14 October 2017

It is interesting this observation on ageing the metaphors of wine and barrels of oak though used many time here appear fresh and the tho e poem explores the sensations that we of a certain age feel Great poem on ageing like thanks. 10++

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Jette Blackstone 14 October 2017

Thank you for reading and commenting Paul. Yes, we become even more special as we age.

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Daniel Brick 13 October 2017

I was right that this is a confrontation with aging, as your TOPIC(S) note indicates. It's a sensitive subject but your treatment is whimsical on the surface and I suspect serious within your MIND (It is in mine) . Poles of time are opposed to each other: future - cascading on a lake; present - firecracker and wine, both potentially explosive to one's self image. But the imagery of the closing stanza suggests you are OK with this aging.

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Jette Blackstone 14 October 2017

Aging is inevitable as we travel toward death, but it is the journey, not the ending that brings joy, anticipation, and spiritual growth. The older we get, the more feeble, the more lines that develop, but we our minds loosen and hopefully our wisdom takes root with the confidence derived from experience. We are like beautifully aged wines! :)

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