The King of Metaphor,

jacob, I’ve often marveled at the unique originality of your stunning analogical imagery … this piece is overflowing with this brilliance.
I mean, who else would/could have come up with such a title that morphs from raw fish into emotional human vibrance, with but a few strokes of a ultra-creative, skilled pen?

How slippery relationships can all too often be, or become, just like this poem.
I really got a knowing smile outta this’n … thanks, Jacob! ⁓ Richard🖌

I’ve read through this so many times and I have now somehow managed to lose count of the various ways in which I have so far managed to interpret it .. Indeed, such variances can only be satisfactorily juxtaposed against the vibrant backcloth of human relationships that I know from both personal and professional experience to exist .. You have such a unique way with words Jacob it has the JEC stamp running all the way through it .. Neville

Thank you for your very kind review, Neville. I am so pleased to see that many of our WC family have found a new home, and a comfortable one at that.
j.

I guess you won’t be surprised to know that I envisioned you walking in that garden, and not someone fictitious. I see there is beauty here, but also a bit of sadness. Maybe it’s because I suspect the knife’s owner might not still be with us… or that flower being the last.

I get the driver ignored what was happening on the side of the road in the woods? Interesting piece

Brilliantly laid, Jacob,

It’s gone wayyy too far when one’s political views are taken so seriously by the opposing radical factions that they’ll get ya killed.
It couldn’t have been put better than V1.

I love the Freestyle work, and really dig your title … the voice of present day, and enduring past’s as-well. There’s nothing new about crazy people.

It’s hard to say thanks to this, My Friend, but poetically speaking, I wholeheartedly do! ⁓ Richard🖌

Terrific write

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we own our choices good or bad. And for those we regret, we can ask forgiveness and do what we can of good deeds to even up the ledger. Similar to what the Chorus in Oedipus spoke of at his end.
Fate took him in one direction…he attempted to take himself as far as he could in the other before his death.
Really good piece.
j.

I really appreciate an honest piece like this. The inner monologue was captivating. Thanks for sharing it.