Tender Time Bombs

Tender Time Bombs

 

 

 

simultaneous shattering

shell-shocked hearts

cracks in the cups of morning

 

a.m. explosions,

sometimes poems,

sometimes they don't survive

sometimes the repercussions

are deep bass barometers 

 

of a world that is too loud

like the "party next door"

to our regrets,

 

that won't let us sleep

with our conscience.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/12/15

Reviews

[A hare off]

Those moments between awake and sleep and the opposite where our mind actually has an opportunity to speak to us is when we are reminded of these things that creep into our daily lives and sometimes it is a good conversation and sometimes it is not. Great writing Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful review, A hare...

j.

[redzone]

there is a whole truck load of emotional "conscience" penned here Jacob, whether personal, "cracked cups" or a "world that is too loud" and there are many days where I ask, how do we live with ourselves??? whether is from mistakes we've made or from other "time bombs", neither are very "tender"... but no matter how you read this poem Jacob, it is one of your best I think and thankfully this poem made it out alive..

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words, Curt,

j.

[Sheila Kline]

We do experience those moments when we attempt to formulate the proper thoughts for a poem, but they just won't come to us, but the memories are there, the intentions, even good intentions end up being like having a hangover from not being part of the "goings on" of others. Our conscience is a good barometer and perhaps the thoughts that leap to be expressed aren't ready to leave the heart yet.
Interesting thoughts my friend! The repercussions, the deep bass barometers, the loud party next door are enough to create a tender time bomb - the bomb is still ticking away.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really appreciate your deep insights into this piece, Sheila...comments like yours make writing worthwhile.

j.

[gabrielle]

the images are vivid but i am still trying to figure out what this piece is all about. i do love how the words roll in my tongue.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, gabrielle...
j.

[Elwyn]

"cracks in the cup of morning"
beautiful as always. I also rather liked the "sometimes poems" part. Words hurt as much as bombs sometimes.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Elwyn...

j.

[...]

"Shell-shocked hearts
Cracks in the cups of morning"
Love it! The whole damn thing is a pressure of depth, Jacob. Awesome expression :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kid words, lynn....

:)