Glass jars

“When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don't know ourselves."

I was compelled to quote this for your ink!

This was truly an Astonishing read! :)

Rain,

Cheers for the quote, Lady. good stuff  

thanks for the enthuse for my humble scratchings, feel free to drop back anytime :)

 

Well done lepperochan

strider

Strider,

Thank you kindly man, good to see you around these parts.

...did you just write a 'harden the fuck up' poem? :-)

(we both know it aint a work of genius, but the idea is sound, and your grasp of how to shape and carve is as solid as it needs to be to make the work do what it has too...which is a terrible sentence, and only proves I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'...good on you Eamon :-)

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Hemi,

yeah, I think this poem might easily fall under the 'harden the fuck up' category .

you're right, a work of genius it ain't, and by god if I'd have known you were in the middle of commenting I'd have deleted the bastard :)

all seriousness aside though, I'm more undecided 'bout this one than any other one.  Like you say I like the idea too. I think I can improve on it a little over the next few days.

pleased to have your eyes run over it.

thanks much.

Ha...you bastard...you'da done it too, wouldn't ya :-)

:D  I'd have easily sacrificed it for the cause,

the cause being 'getting even with the kiwi'  ..so yeah one day

Lovely perfect. My heart is in a pickle jar leppie bear :-(

aww gigi me ol' flower

going through a bit of a time of it ?  you'll bounce back soon enough, "it'll be grand you'll see"  

thanks for the visit and kind words.


ps. ugh! 'leppie bear' will get you blocked quicker than a toilet on a sunday morning

Hell yeah.. I know i need that alot of times. always a pleasure to read to read you eamon. and love the profile pic..lol

Devil-woman,

The pleasure is all yours Lady :D  wait...

nice to see you around these parts, yeah gotta love the Dread lock Rasta Man

thanks for the kind words.

Much agreed Eammon, especially the last stanza.

Great job. :)



Goes away to ponder

ah, Magdalena

that's a great compliment, sure isn't that what it's all about, we read then we ponder, read some more, ponder some more.

delighted by your visit and comment.  

thanks.

I initially found this to be a bizarre mix of metaphors. Firstly, you have the image of jars, and pickling with vinegar which brings you to the suggestion of preservation. Making things last - and yet at the end, you've more or less grabbed yourself by the balls and said 'man up'. You've eradicated the dream like past into the rock solid present.

This works, even though they are rival ideals, because it builds the sense of melancholy into a lesson of learning in the here and now.

I really liked the way this poem moved. It was almost like reflective slow motion when I read it. Intriguing read.

Missy,  
 
It is a bit of an odd mix right enough. The idea behind the jars was to try and articulate how sometimes we will put our hearts on hold promising ourselves we'll come back to them at some stage but ultimately settling for warm or worse. the rest deals with dressing things up so they seem better, or at least acceptable as they get colder.  
 

 
very much appreciate your insight here, very astute and detailed as per.  
 
thanking you much-ly :)  
    
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

straight to the point,love the last stanza!

why, thank cue kindly mememe

much obliged by your visit and words :)

I am with Missy on the mixing of your metaphors.(which might be a place to work on if you so choose) But I will say this reads aloud beautifully as Jesta has proven.

Much enjoyed Eamonn :)

Maggie,

It's a tough one. on the one hand the mix of metaphors, appeal to me because it's an odd mix.

and hearing it spoken kind of endears me to it some more.

I'll have to spend some time going through it and see where I can Improve upon it. its a matter of knuckling down and making it happen.


I thank you for your visit, and I'm sure Jesta smiled when she read your comment.

nice video additio Eamonn...strider

Thanks Strider,

nice doesn't even come close though, get back here and edit that comment to something more fitting :D

Haven't actually taken the time to read your work until now, and I'm god damn glad I did, you write with a personal, and passionate style. Liking the imagery and the metaphors bring it home. Pretty damn good Eamon! Thanks for the read man.

Evan,

Most welcome to my humble place of scribings. glad you like what you see man.

thanks for dropping in and leaving your thought print.

Getting a sexy girl to read your poems? I'll give you one thing, you know how to advertise! Seriously, though, it's a good poem, about one of my favourite themes: apathy and being blasted from it. S2 and 4 are my favourites. They present powerful images, and I like the mention of "cider vinegar"; it's details like that which make your poems, as they add texture.
To be honest I think the poem could end after S4. The next stanza's good but holds our hands a bit when it comes to metaphor (do you need "synthetic"?) and the last stanza's really just the poem's meaning, which intelligent readers can divine for themselves.
Jesta's reading is smokily sensual, though I'd also like to hear your masculine voice tackle it. All critique JMHO. Thank you for the read.

Jack,

sorry for the delay man, missed this comment altogether.

yeah. they call me Max Clifford :D

I think I could probably drop synthetic from that line, originally I was trying to project 'fake' but as you rightly point out I should be giving the reader more credit.

I'll add this one to the growing list of 'needs a work over' and get to it at some stage before the turn of the century.

nah, fucking with you :) I'll sort this out soon enough.

Thanks for dropping by Jack, appreciate your thoughts man.  

yea i can relate but never thought to puit my heart into a glass jar its kind of a neat thought i may have to try that one
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 windsong,

yeah, I guess it's a neat trick if you can perfect it.

thank you kindly for the drop in and words  Windsong.

and the self loathing
doesn't phase me much anymore
not like it used to" love this.

My take on self loathing. Self loathing no longer needs a reason
After all it is the season

Carpe_Noctem

Happy you liked this scribe, and happy you dropped by and left your thoughts

yeah, agreed with your take, though as you know seasons come and go.

cheers man.

It reminded me of that damn song "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri. Once I got that out of my head (and the fact you have no tits) 'twas better.
Love the final strophe. It, and the cider vinegar, make this piece.

heh, I'm sure you have enough tits for the two of us

thanks, Aish :)-

ok  ..thank you bunches, we should celebrate !

Coming before you with a bow of delicacy. No words really, for this will stay with me probably until mouvements ceases to exist.. until the ends of all else.. Powerful beauty & wisdom

well now, I don't get many delicate bows, so happy days I say. I expect this is how Michael Angelo must have felt when he visited the Sistine to have a look at his work ..epic, he must have felt epic

thank you most lots for your visit, Lady and for the non words

I think their is an earnest quality and vulnerability in the expression that resonates with me. "Warm is ok," especially. In life, things are rarely ideal. We have to endure and be adaptable. Namaste.

thank you , Daniel

I think, on the flipside of the same side: it can take long enough to feel comfortable in the first place, and warm   can be warm enough for comfort ..or something along that vein

appreciate your words, good fellow