The slow drip of circumstance

The slow drip of circumstance

 

 

strange behavior

a heart that is blinded

rejecting the injection

visions of love expanded

within a painter's frame

 

canvas of blurred insight

the figurative confection

the beat's disbanded

life support finds the emotions flat lining

 

and then the slight droning

behind the wall

someone shares a kiss

the odd man out becomes the odd man in

 

love

 

 

in love

 

colors fuse

the brush intones

off key expectation

 

the lines start peaking 

his poetry lives 

the nurses, with mouths agape

watch his eyes flutter open

 

he rises

in words,

he rises

from the dead

he rises.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/5/16

Reviews

[Kirsty Woodward]

as poets, we will live forever within our words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

well we hope to at least live awhile after our mortal coil shifts to a different plane.

read morewell we hope to at least live awhile after our mortal coil shifts to a different plane.

thank you, Kirsty---i always appreciate your insightful visits...

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

If life is the patient is love the drip that sustains us?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

good question, KL, thanks so much for the read...

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I was right! (wink) Love never dies...not in the simplest being, not in the smallest heart....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Queenie...

j.

[B. Boileau]

I wondered once what it would look like if a person was hooked to an ekg the moment love hits. Now I know. You never disappoint J. This piece will spark memories for years to come I'm sure...
b

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, my friend...

j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Suddenly the third man becomes 'the man' and life begins again. Good write, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ted...

j.

[Julia Ledo]

A muse is a blessing. Love can give you an overflowing of words

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, definitely a blessing...

thank you, Julia...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Love makes it all possible. When we are inspired, we write....we have more words and emotions than we can contain in our pens. Life is filled with rainbows and fireworks. A poet can feel those emotions anytime he or she goes through older poems. We can relive memories....or fantasies. Especially liked this line, "the odd man out becomes the odd man in" and all because of one kiss! Great metaphor, Jacob....like that is a surprise! :) Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review and your wonderful insights, Lydi.

j.

[emily.c.]

Great wordplay here. It's amazing what circumstances can finally make us feel or understand what seemed strange or foreign or forgotten before. I loved the transition in the middle.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, emcs...

j.

[icelandicblue]

It is amazing the colors that can emerge upon an old, blank, discarded canvas when painted with the right brush. There seems much more than a flat line drawn upon this tableau. This is lovely jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Anne...

sure miss you when you are hardly around here...

good to see you. hope you are well.

j.

[icelandicblue]

I'm not writing...It's terrible. I've got something bouncing around in my head but who knows if it will take form. Good to see you. All is well. Anne