all that's left of the song

all that's left of the song

 

 

 

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

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

Half of the musicians have left. This is depressing. Time for some madman to turn it up to 11!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jon.

j.

[William Liston]

This poem made me feel like I was dreaming. Great imagery and vocabulary.

-William Liston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, William.

j.