Strewn LongingsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoStrewn Longings
Orlando bloomed, not acting, true mating, feeling in sync with the music, they danced in their own fashion to their own tunes, happy holsters carrying love not guns, blistering heat, engaged fire the passion of the prodigal suns and then the bullets of deranged dismay a supposed message contracting the turntable to play massacred melodies the red floor rising up to meet heaven some notes escaped to the outside but few could decipher the shots from song most were too frightened to try--- Orlando bloomed, dead flowers upon arrival stems of systematic irreverence for life, now the aura is of muted spirit, as it rises above the melee. erin-cilberto 6/14/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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18 Reviews Added on June 14, 2016 Last Updated on June 14, 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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