all that's left of the songA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
diamonds
on porcelain beaches the sands drain of
moisture like worn out tears
wedding bands play
wistful blues fingers reach, but don't
touch hearts touch, but don't
reach
separate microphones
sound movement towards each other's
voices but the voices don't
blend in pitch
love is embarrassed on a
stage of speculation lips come close to each
other but the words formed
keep a safe distance
skepticism in tones of
grief trusts only a tune of
the past, the concert is rained
out
clouds form an audience a pallor over what once was, but the notes that spill
from the speakers
are just watered down
memories accompanied by a fuzz
guitar and some bleeding drums.
erin-cilberto 6/9/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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12 Reviews Added on June 11, 2016 Last Updated on June 11, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally 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..Writing
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