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your voice trailed off

like letters disappearing 

from a printer low on ink

 

promises made with wispy intent,

but days pass

each a copy of another

 

fading into an essay

no longer legible

to the naked eye of us...

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/10/16

Reviews

[V]

Again, fully relatable content and mood to me. I like the expressions you used, fresh choice of words yet perfectly matching the tone, the topic.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Vanessa.

j.

[RomaJ]

I just love the metaphor. Brilliant. It pierces right to the heart and really resonates with me. It's a kind of bittersweet reminder: As with all things, with the passing of time; even love and passions fade. It's so subtle the shift. If left unchecked, it could go unnoticed. Things get taken for granted. Becoming jaded. sigh..maybe it's a matter of perspective-instead of allowing it to fade, we could help it evolve, somehow. Or maybe, we could jut buy a new printer. Haha (if only it were that easy)'
Very thought-provoking J ...:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful review, and your kind words, Roma

j.

[Corset]

if only for a hundred and twenty five bucks we could order a new ink cartridge and fill in the blank lines.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if only!!!! thank you, Corset...

j.

[Corset]

my pleasure J

[Lydia Shutter]

What a fantastic metaphor! Yes, some relationships do fade away and the promises made are written with disappearing ink. Good one, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi..

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

It sounds to me like asleep while in a waking state. You miss the day; you miss the moment while the inkwell yells "fill me with ink"!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, Al, so true...

thank you,

j.

[Bacchus]

i really like this one...
the routine that leads into a fading feeling
this one seems simple, yet very deep and someone easily relate
or have entered your shoes by the end
good one j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Bacchus...

j.

[Bacchus]

inspired me to write- Fresh.. a new poem of mine :)

[Dhaye]

Fading romance/love that you expect to stay through the years.
So sad... but everything happens for a reason.
Thanks for the share.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dhaye.

j.

[redzone]

your metaphoric portrayal of vanishing love is deeply felt in this poem Jacob... sometimes, like an essay, or the ink well, it ends or dries up, even if we hoped it would last forever...

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is true...no matter how much we hope...it does what it wants to...thank you, my friend.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

you sure know how to express lingering sadness and the pain of loss ... i felt myself fading off the pages little by little ..day by day ... :( i use to earn a living as a carpenter (before my RN career) every single job, large or small, took a piece of me ..smashed thumb ... slivered fingers ... another layer of callous .. pieces of skin and blood ... but i loved it ..had my own crew, worked mostly outside, paid my bills .. but i am so grateful to have had the notion to change gears ... no more missing parts due to career ..but you talk of things of the heart and honestly ...i am sitting here remembering a few loves that took pieces of me ...and i feel that sadness and loss even still :)
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i bet that was a great job...working outside, nothing like it...i got to work summers at the Texaco refinery in Lockport, Illinois way back in my college days...sons of fathers who worked for Texaco could be yard laborers during the summer...i liked digging ditches with a pick and shovel...just singing to myself...great days...and kept me in decent shape...

but yes, even all the restaurant years...some high times and some not so....but getting to teach now, use my brain and lighten the physical load...kind of nice.

thank you for your review, E.

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes Texaco ..one of the biggest! i agree about physical labor in the outdoors ...with singing the jobs go so much more joyful ... i see you out there jacob! ;)
E.
ps my dad was an Esso man and not'in else would do :))