Epilogue

Epilogue

sometimes i think all those sweet nothings 

you whispered my way, 

were simply asides to the play,

and what i thought was dialogue

was simply a monologue of my misconceptions

of your lines,

of your themes

of our dreams

that somehow disappeared after the first Act

and now the critical acclaim you received for your role

makes me raise my glass in toast

and drink up my tears

as i remove the costume of us

and go back to my real life.

erin-cilberto

12/12/15

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Were you married to my ex-wife. There came a time, to step away as the glass of wine never came to the bottom. You're living a life, but not really yours or who you really are. Your normal has become warped as the normal you've accepted is not acceptable.

Lucky for me things change with time and we both found happiness in different times.

I like this very much as you can tell as I spew forth more words than praise. And this piece does deserve that. Well done my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Willard...yes, sometimes love is not enough...two people just can't live together no matter the feelings...

j,.

[Willard Wells]

I believe in many ways I still love my ex-loves, but living with them is not something I want to venture any more. I think in love like this, if one or the other plays on the weakness of the one and uses it against them, it will driving them away.

Even love, which is almost too strong can be used against someone. As was said was of me, "Will, will do it because he loves me". And while it was true, using it as leverage was not something that worked.

[DirectTangent]

This may speak to me of the play within a play - "and all the men and women merely players" - the awareness of depth of a character not evident until sometime later in the performance after more is revealed through dialogue and action. To remove one costume may be but to put on another, even if it is only to go home at the end of the evening.
Asks for me a Yogi Bera kind of question, which he might have worded, "How much of who we are are we really?"
Thank you, Jacob. As always, I am reading from the top shelf.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, Yogi might have said that...i appreciate your kind words, Direct...and especially the Yogi reference...i was lucky enough to see games at Yankee stadium as a kid in the 50's...that was and is my team....and i watched a yogi blast go into the upper deck in right field in the bottom of the ninth to beat the white sox...mmm what a memory...

but yes, we all wear costumes at times...some by choice, some not.

appreciate your visits, always.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

No doubt she will win the Emmy while the poet receives the Pushcart Prize.

Regards,

Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Al...

always appreciate your words..

j.

[Cryingkate]

Reminds me too much of what I know.. "Talking to the Walls" Worsened by a Mocking Bird that never understood; but, kept in step with a color- changing- lizard's dialogue, that assured me Oh yes... you agree,we're in tune.
But reality sets in and one realizes. Walls don't talk. Walls can't even listen. And there was nothing but cement between.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the don't even listen.

thank you, Connie.

j.

[Ruth]

The fairy tale isn't always infinite...profound and haunting :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Poppy...
j.

[Cassie]

Ohhh..The end is a sting, actually going back and really agreeing with your whole being is a pain and a show of courage. loved it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Cassie.

j.

[JayceeC]

This is a piece I wish I'd written, as long as the inspiration was not fresh. In college, I did musical theatre, and the behind scenes drama was usually more intense than that on stage..lol
But it makes me live the clever stand off metaphor and stage imagery that runs through this piece. The dramatic monologue when there is another principal on stage being shoved out of the spotlight.
Indeed, the expert player that needs the condolences and affirmation of her friends and his, as she takes center stage with her laments of every imagined flaw and transgression.
And yes you have to raise your glass and today's the artistry and skill of it all, even when your the one being played.
Don't look to collided out the make-up will show cracks and places it has smeared and faded; the clothing shows signs of tattering igloo close.
Sometimes the best thing to say in the end, was that at least it was a one act play instead of a infinitesimal farce in several parts. Jan

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review Jaycee...

j.

[W.k.kortas]

"(T)he costume of us" is just a perfect phrase, and the use of repetition here is just so. Awfully fine work, but why should this be any different?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, W.k.

j.

[alifeacoustic]

Perfectly capturing the masquerade that we didnt know was a masquerade until the mask fell.
Superb Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, alife...

j.

[David Scott]

This is the real trick to communication. How can we ensure there is a dialog? We live the majority of our lives in monolog. My own mother will talk "with" me on the phone for an hour and I don't have to say a word. If I try she just goes on and on without even changing the pace or the topic. This is a bit extreme, but we all do this to some extent.
Yes, we must find a way to dialog! Great poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, David.

j.