Inaudible Whispers

Inaudible Whispers

 

 

 

secrets,

decrepit composure

eyes hiding shadows

 

everyone's about their day

but i can't toss the night of you

over my shoulder,

 

so i carry secrets

and hush others' stares

with a stolid gaze

 

inside i'm still outside your heart

but zip us into embrace

just for show

 

they will never know,

and i'll just keep walking

into sunsets

 

like i have some idea

of where i am going

 

a secret

my own heart keeps

from me.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/24/16

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I think we only truly set out to deceive ourselves....the others are just bystanders thinking they are clever enough to know our secrets.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah those bystanders...thank you, Queenie.
j.

[Paul Bell]

This reminds me of the office affair.
Where people blank each other, thinking nobody knows.
Going through the same charade day after day.
But unless both are fantastically clever, everybody knows.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

just like the Dave Clark Five sang..."everybody knows"--

thank you

j.

[Paul Bell]

Dave Clark Five, that's a blast from the past.

[Jamestown]

Things don't always seem as they appear,
I know I was walking through life with a smile on my
face doing day to day things as my marriage was failing:(
I really enjoyed reading this piece, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jamestown...sorry you could relate so well in that manner...but we learn to accept, live doesn't always turn out as we hope.
j.

[Valentine]

Many people live this way, but who does it make happy? Valentine

[jacob erin-cilberto]

makes no one happy....

don't know why they do.

thank you, Valentine.read moremakes no one happy....

don't know why they do.

thank you, Valentine.

j.

[Carolynn]

There's nothing worse than feeling eyes staring at you because of "a situation" - wishing you could carry on as if nothing had ever happened. Sometimes the truth is very hard to accept - especially in matters of the heart.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, Carolynn...thank you,

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

how we do weave our deceits ...from ourselves and others ..and how elusive the road ahead becomes as a result ..your poem makes me think of a lot of things .. always fresh these days are the politicians and news coverage ... i think your poem is clever as always ..very relateable ...being an introvert i am perhaps too familiar with my own inner swirls of thought, feelings and miseries ;) ..being sure to end on a treasured one is probably healthier than not ..tho it is still a memory
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

again, your insight makes me see my poems in different lights...and i appreciate that..

read moreagain, your insight makes me see my poems in different lights...and i appreciate that..

j.

[emmajoy]

.. 'like i have some idea - of where i am going - a secret - my own heart keeps - from me.

Love's like that in most situations!

A worded this-way-that; a hinted coupling/uncoupling in pendulum style so the reader can interpret however he or she matches the beat; a bafflement of phrases that give little away, All written in style, loosely metered, legible!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, emma.

j.

[Nisreen]

Love is a secret
one can't shout out

instead you walk through life
hoping it doesnt slip out

Nicely done

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Serendipity..

j.

[Stan Lee]

Gorgeous! I loved these lines: "everyone's about their day, but i can't toss the night of you, over my shoulder,"
Very well written. I like how you don't tell us exactly what happened, but we understand the mood through your choice words. Very nice.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Andronicus.

j.

[Beautiful Intentions]

This is utterly beautiful, Jacob... There was something about the line, "inside i'm still outside your heart...", that had filled these eyes with melancholy tears ever so briefly. This does have that 'lost love' sensation to it... Yet, I feel so much more in this brilliant write. As if this is a love that has yet to truly blossom, a love shared during a single night seemingly leaving behind an ongoing imprint. An affair that possibly should not have happened, and yet, did despite the sidelong stares. A sense of aimless wandering, tugged into the sunset by a dream unrevealed even to oneself. As if someone is falling regardless of knowing if there will be arms willing to catch them. The secrets... The things we won't even confess to ourselves. This was masterfully done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Beautiful Intentions.
j.