Linens
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Linens
used
blankets
tossed evidence of a
former warmth
cold toes peek from bed
sheets
i don't bother to cover
myself up
you used to do that for
me
and now, the thermostat
of my heart
has no heat switch
just a broken dial
that left with your
smile.
erin-cilberto
10/5/16
© 2016 jacob erin-cilberto
Reviews
A nice warm puppy to see you grin, warmth for no more than a tin. It will brighten the day, bring a smile to your ears and just love you for all the days.
Regards,
Al
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
so true...thank you, Al.
j.
A love lost, but so much more....a lifestyle. A routine that included warmth and love. The feeling of loss is strong here. I liked it. Lydi**
Posted 8 Years Ago
A love lost, but so much more....a lifestyle. A routine that included warmth and love. The feeling of loss is strong here. I liked it. Lydi**
8 Years Ago
thank you, Lydi...
j.
j. This is without a doubt the best poem of love lost I have read. Succinct, touching and brilliant. I'm not sure I could handle losing my love. Good write.
Posted 8 Years Ago
j. This is without a doubt the best poem of love lost I have read. Succinct, touching and brilliant. I'm not sure I could handle losing my love. Good write.
8 Years Ago
i am really flattered by your kind words, Ted.
j.
There's so much to love about this, Jacob...so much we all can relate to. Sometimes, those broken dials can warm us in ways we never thought possible.
Posted 8 Years Ago
There's so much to love about this, Jacob...so much we all can relate to. Sometimes, those broken dials can warm us in ways we never thought possible.
8 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, Kelly..
j.
The lack of covering the self here is so visceral, the small in-betweens missed which make the missing sharp and painful, sigh...beautiful Jacob :)
Posted 8 Years Ago
The lack of covering the self here is so visceral, the small in-betweens missed which make the missing sharp and painful, sigh...beautiful Jacob :)
8 Years Ago
thank you, my friend.
j.
There's too much to lose in this world and a lost love hurts the most.
Posted 8 Years Ago
There's too much to lose in this world and a lost love hurts the most.
8 Years Ago
yes it does, thank you Z.
j.
That's sad. Broken heart... And the feet poking out, that image, makes me think of a dead man in the morgue.
Posted 8 Years Ago
That's sad. Broken heart... And the feet poking out, that image, makes me think of a dead man in the morgue.
8 Years Ago
or a dead heart in the love morgue...:)))
thank you, Ana.
j.
8 Years Ago
Could be that too. :)
a lot of sadness in these linens and blankets... it is a lonely feeling when there is no one to cover us up when toes peek out.... such wonderful metaphors to express this Jacob.... and now there is a cold breeze coming from the computer screen...
redzone
Posted 8 Years Ago
a lot of sadness in these linens and blankets... it is a lonely feeling when there is no one to cover us up when toes peek out.... such wonderful metaphors to express this Jacob.... and now there is a cold breeze coming from the computer screen...
redzone
8 Years Ago
thank you for your words, Curt.
What a great metaphor of those linens and the past warm days of good covers and romantic feelings. The sadness is so evident and the longing is so pertinent. Another great one, Jacob...:).......................
Posted 8 Years Ago
What a great metaphor of those linens and the past warm days of good covers and romantic feelings. The sadness is so evident and the longing is so pertinent. Another great one, Jacob...:).......................
8 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, Sami.
j.
8 Years Ago
You are welcome. ....:))))).......
How that day reminds you every time you go to bed.
Break ups, death. The lingering last thought when the light goes off.
Posted 8 Years Ago
How that day reminds you every time you go to bed.
Break ups, death. The lingering last thought when the light goes off.
8 Years Ago
thank you for your words, Paul.
j.
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Added on October 11, 2016
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jacob erin-cilberto Carbondale, IL
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Originally 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..
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