attic conversations

attic conversations

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

attic conversations

 

 

 

 

the upstairs in my heart

is riddled with boxed up emotions

dusty denotations

literal languishing in lonely lobotomy 

no conundrum

just untouched love breeding echoes

 

maybe those sounds i hear at night

in my dreams,

not strong enough to wake me

but cold enough to produce shivering sighs

ghost like demolitions of cardboard feelings

 

the memories creek with the sprinkling of moonbeams

as i lie silent

staring at the ceiling

wondering why i am so afraid

to go up there.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/21/15

© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto


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My goodness, this is such a lonely sad poem. I love the upstairs of your heart. As usual, you write so well

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Cassie.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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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..

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